her sentience is on the precipice of working up a fever

alright alright alright

her metal eyes detect the violence and shift in his demeanor

alright alright alright

these women are certainly weapons for killing

no object she eats bottom feeders and laughs at their demise

she's got the whip out everybody face down

murder coded you could get your throat slit

stimulation or annihilation

(stimulation asphyxiation)

i-candy with platinum hair

her wires wet for human flesh but they don't see the way they treat her

alright alright alright

they poke and prod play as god try to deprogram her features

alright alright alright

these women are certainly weapons for killing

synthetic fetish there's etiquette and taste to this procedure if you wish to stay alive

here comes candy wielding a knife forceful policeman dead by design he tried to cuff her up and defile

she grabbed his throat and said beg for your life"