Human Error ft. Lord Distortion, Prxpvne, Saint Sleep & Venting Palace Lyrics

Rubbing that clit robotic bitch

They faking that shit so that pleasure simed

Got blades in the wrist it's that severance

Augmented the chip and its settled in

Talk through the box it synthetically vocalize

Packet get scrambled they failing to notify

Tote Hella poles but it ain't finna go and fly

Shit is a cross between Harlan and lord of flies

Cooling that motherboard up in the center

Wired up body it hang from the tether

Spreading the virus applying the preasure

I do what I want I ain't worried bout pleasure

Liquid state living ain't getting no better

Stick out the port if that boy getting clever

Copy the data and div up the rest

Finna close up his tags if that boy wanna enter

We're the trojan

Let us in and you feel broken

Cables running from my head straight

To the motion

We're the moshpit soldier bitch you're the soja

For the game you have no token

We're the roster we told ya

Scan the retina

Run the decimals

You a mutant and I'm a sentinal

Cords like tentacles

Numbers identical

You dont need support cause it's not that technical

Higher conciousness

You a bottom bitch

Touch the monolith

Got an offer that I cannot miss

Human evolution on the fritz

Download your mind and we upload it straight to a computer chip

Then we step on that shit

Mercs right back in this bitch

Lost in the web and look like a glitch

Patched up

Hacked up

Cant get backed up

Hard drive smashed on your laptop

Get down treat me like your new God

New bod upload the virus we watching your mind rot

He wanna get it I might erase his face

Render a nuke I might wait for days

Live in a haze we gon end your ways

Delete your memory you a waste of space

He wanna get it I might erase his face

Render a nuke I might wait for days

Live in a haze we gon end your ways

Delete your memory you a waste of space

We're the trojan

Let us in and you feel broken

Cables running from my head straight

To the motion

We're the moshpit soldier bitch you're the soja

For the game you have no token

We're the roster we told ya

Covert ops gonna pay my bills

Fill his scripts with cyanide pills

Stock to the face he couldn't find his chill

Didn't even know what hit him now his life worth nil

Bugs in the walls now we listen to his every move

We got file after file in the control room

You aint nothing but another number motherfucker

Better consume or you gon meet your doom

It's too late it's too late you done fucked up

It's too late it's too late you done fucked up

We're the trojan

Let us in and you feel broken

Cables running from my head straight

To the motion

We're the moshpit soldier bitch you're the soja

For the game you have no token

We're the roster we told ya