Pop culture guillotine

Plastic saints on the magazine

Selling guilt in designer jeans

Talk-show tears on a Tuesday screen

Fake pain

Fake smile

Real green

Channel-surfing through the same three lies

Laugh-track glued to the alibis

They kiss the ring on the ad machine

Chew you up for the ratings scheme

Place your head in the guillotine

Cut my head from your little dream

I won’t clap on command

I won’t sing on your screen

Stepping up to the guillotine

All these smiles feel cheap and mean

Spit it out

Spit it out

Tear the wrapper at the seam (hey!)

Perfect teeth

Perfect talking points

Blood on the floor in the House of Noise

Red tie

Blue tie

Same old voice

Pick your puppet

They pick your choice

Scroll

Scroll

Hit your dopamine

Thumbs go numb

But you still lean in

They sell the fear like a new vaccine

Fear of thought

Fear of being seen

[Chorus) Step up to. The guillotine

Cut my head from your little dream

I won’t clap on command

I won’t die on your meme

Cut off clean from the guillotine

All your gods in a glowing screen

Spit it out

Spit it out

Tear the wrapper at the seam (yeah!)

Soft voice says

“Just relax”

While they slip their hands in the tax

Soft voice says

“It’s all fine”

While they draw the red

Blue line

(are you fine? are you fine?)

Ste up to the guillotine

Cut my head from your little dream

I won’t dance for the crowd or the crooked regime

No escape from the guillotine

Wake me up from this plastic scene

Spit it out

Spit it out

Tear the wrapper at the seam

Spit it out

Spit it out

Bubblegum

Guillotine (yeah)