Zydrate Anatomy (feat. Terrance Zdunich)

I can't feel nothing at all

I can't feel nothing at all

Drug market

Submarket

Sometimes, I wonder why I ever got in

Blood market

Love market

Sometimes, I wonder why they need me at all

Zydrate comes in a little glass vial

A little glass vial

A little glass vial

And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery

And the Zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy

And when the gun goes off, it sparks, and you're ready for surgery

Surgery

Grave robber, grave robber

Sometimes, I wonder why I even bother

Grave robber, grave robber

Sometimes, I wonder why I need you at all

And Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife

Addicted to the knife

Addicted to the knife

And addicted to the knife

She needs a little help with the agony

And a little help comes in a little glass vial

In a gun pressed against her anatomy

And when the gun goes off, Miss Sweet is ready for surgery

Surgery

Grave robber, grave robber

Sometimes, I wonder why I need you at all

It's clean

It's clear

It's pure

It's rare, it's rare, it's rare

It's rare, it's rare, it's rare

It takes you there

It takes you there

Before you cut

A change inside

I can't feel nothing at all

I feel alive

Mag's contract's got some mighty fine print

Mighty fine print

Mighty fine print

And that mighty fine print puts Mag in a mighty fine predicament

If Mag up and splits, her eyes are forfeit

And if GeneCo and Rotti so will it

Then a Repo Man will come

And she'll pay for that surgery

Surgery