This Is Fucking Ecstasy
I'm sprinting yet I'll stride, my satchel filled with files
(The secrets of the tribe) The cameras follow me for miles

Born a slave in 1984, I discovered that my life is just a record they performed
A maze where I was placed
Tell me what you think of this one
Tell me what you think of this one

'Cause now I've sold you out
Erase me, erase me I ‘m done
Now that there's no doubt
My feet find the freeway, I run
Now I've called you out
Now I've sold you out

They strap me to the roof and they cut right through me
Diggin' through my wound. I watched them helplessly and choke:
“Where are my pills, where is my former lover?”
I've been betrayed by everyone I know, don’t blow my feeble cover

Because the truth is this: I finally know what they conceived so long ago
A baby rat for them to test the poisons on, a rubber breast
For me to learn dependence on. The shackles here, but now they're gone
In place I live in hyperspeed. I shall not live. I shall not breathe again

This is fucking ecstasy. This is fucking leprosy.
It's like they're fucking testing me. This is fucking ecstasy