On the crap that I don't need
Like the man on a motorcycle says he's free
Yes, I'm your negative pole
Ride your racehorse lame and sold
Shock me through every gate
Corrode, you rusted all my spokes
You loosened my chrome, screws and bolts
Take it apart and boot it in
Plant, you dug me like I was soil
Now you map me like I'm the whole world