COMFORT ZONE
Fukase Vocaloid
Morphine, aspirin, fentanyl
Paracetamol
325mg red
325mg rose
Cheers and bon appetit
Activated charcoal
250mg
Spit
Oh, shut it
I know
What it means, how it feels
To be atypical
A typical dilemma
You know
After all, you and I are rather similar
I'm just
Better
I know
What it means, how it feels
To be exceptional
It's not about conceit
I've got it
Written in the receipts
And your pathetic lot
Makes me
Feel sick
Oh, it's noble to serve as means to meet an end (means to meet an end)
So sentiment aside
Why don't you take pride in being
An important asset
For our experiment
Run the traditional
3-2-1
The siren sounds
As you play your defective drum
I wonder if my amygdala's going numb
A life of fun giving purpose to scum (fun!)
We do what must be done
Focus, channel and then discard
Now, sympathy has no place in a righteous heart
The only use for a motor not meant to start
Is to become an expendable part (that's right!)
To fill the testing chart
I know
How it goes, how it works
The formula's the same
The checkup's done
Now bottoms up
Down
All you got, all you need
To dull the muscle pain
And that
Migraine
I've found
There's no reason to doubt the principle at play
And when you lay the ground for progress
Sacrifices are something that you have to make
First give, then take
Morphine, aspirin, fentanyl
Oh, it's a disgrace!
I'm amazed at the board's lack of scientific taste
They just don't understand
You're too precious to waste
Shame, how we have to part ways
So she says
I see, you're playing me for a fool
To be replaced by a less inconvenient tool
I've an objection
Not one you can overrule
Since men like me have the right to be cruel
I cannot play it cool
When you look at me from above
Being too good equals being not good enough
Just as disposable as any other part
That's all I am
All I've been from the start
To your pathetic lot