In The Way

It’s not a job, it’s a service

And I get paid in satisfaction

It’s not desire, it’s purpose

Feeding off the chain reaction

I take your calls in the bathroom

So that no one can hear

And wash your blood down the sink

Cause we don’t keep souvenirs

Don’t say you can take it

Don’t think I won’t break it

Don’t try to hide your shaking

Don’t you know I know you’re faking

Here it goes

Aspiration holds

Obturate, unfold

Inclination codes

Here it goes

Don’t look so scared

(This is a gift)

Don’t look so bereft

(That’s what you said)

Here it goes

Watching, waiting in that fashion

There’s no place here for compassion

Aching for that interaction

Negative space, neutral passion

How could you know this would happen

Blood for blood in the transaction

Predilection for abstraction

Blood blood blood blood blood extraction

Bought tickets for the attraction

Tallying up your infractions

Drip a drop here it’s your ration

Expiration, final caption

Here it goes