Randy Prozac "Mechanical Mommy" (2008)

Produced By Randy Prozac

Generic Me

our membranes are filled with propane
we're sucking it up we're strapping it on
no body needs to know about it
a genetic spill we just couldn't help

as generic as could be so stupid so selfish
flush away stains burnt into your mind
kiss your life down the fucking drain

trying to convince us that what you say
means anything to the fucked up asshole
looking back at you in your bathroom mirror

a concrete block around my head
with your roaming penis eyes
little pissing fucking drone

forcing brutal smile of wrinkled thoughts
overtanned one hundred dead end thuds
forethoughts ticking like sand

talking machine chattering
around and around our heads
weaving into lies

The TV's Thoughts

the tv told you while you slept
what to think what to accept
so off you go to talk allowed
the tv's thoughts now yours so proud

the tv told me everything
it would not lie, its an honest thing
the textbooks that i read in school
are the truth not a corporate tool

the history channel documentaries
give me truthful data that i believe
but i'm too busy to give a shit
i'd really rather suck your tits

Protocol Machine

fuck all the pictures
in the magazines
fuck everyone
in the social scenes

everyone has
that mental disease
everyone thinks
they're not on their knees

fuck all the pictures
in the magazines
fuck everyone
in the social scenes

everyone has
that mental disease
everyone thinks
they're not on their knees

fuck every person
on the tv screen
fuck all the robot/human
protocol machines

fuck everyone
in the social scenes
fuck all the pictures
on the tv screen

everyone
has that mental disease
everyone
thinks they're not on their knees

so fuck every person
in the magazines
fuck all the robot/human
protocol machines

System Believer

no more system believer
no more compressed human beings
no more compartmentalized people

Mechanical Mommy

because he is constantly leaking
his self lies are so weak
that they cannot contain his selfish illusions
mommy with her painted on
machine face barely human
just diodes and metal pieces
all life dying outside the little droids windows
but meanwhile the little braindead
shoulda been abortions sit smiling and drooling
together slithering about their bubble world
mechanical mommy fills the droid
the half a droid his fixed smile
is painted over his anguished grimace
oh, but mommy filled his hole
plugged up the little mandroid baby drone
but not for long she hums and whirs
as she moves as she pursuades
baby droid towards the tv
here you go baby suckle your neutralization
it's good yes mommy thank you mommy
tv blaring bombs outside death everywhere
the price is paid for baby's little happy face
his disgusting puke stain of a lifestyle
lies reeking like rotten food wasted
bodies burning tv glaring bombs exploding
tentacles reaching from the walls
baby's happyface gleaming his oblivion
eyes shining registering only selfishness
by getting his hole filled validated the little shit fuck
the sickening little abortion that he is
mechanical mommy whirs over stroking his hole
feeding little scraps of garbage into the sucking hole