I'm Going to Kill Henry Ford

The aggravator switch is poised to the point of zero The agitator pushes us to the point of zero Loops, sounds, all saturate to the point of failure Disparate days mean desperate measures The intravenous sedative wreaks havoc Today's heroes are tomorrow's parodies I never knew it would get this far Today's heroes are tomorrow's tragedies Why are you suckling? To bleed for the man, the king Production line is buffering Behold, the mask of eternal sin