How To Serve Man

Girlfriend: What are you thinking right now?

El: I would really prefer not to tell you what's going on in my head right now

Girlfriend: I really wanna know. I'm not gonna hold it against you. I promise. I'm a big girl—I can handle it. Just tell me what's going on in your head...

["The Twilight Zone": Mr. Chambers, don't get on that ship! The rest of the book "To Serve Man," it's... it's a cookbook!]

That’s not a hand it’s a claw, and this is not a song its an exorcism of numbness

We are not in my bedroom anymore, it’s a prison camp that I've been stuck in

This isn’t skin, it’s a scramble suit with a thousand me's rotating

That’s not your mouth, its a boredom generator powered by irritation

We aren’t a couple, we're isolationists who tried to use the buddy system

And that wasn’t sex, it was a competition for power that I’m clearly winning

But that’s not victory, matter fact I think I’m better off forfeiting

You go for de gold girl, I’m about to bounce out deadwoods hills for cleaner living

And I really do...

Hope it all works out like you want it to

I hope it all works out like you want it to

I hope it all works out like you want it to

I hope it all works out like you want

This isn’t Brooklyn, it’s a colony of wayward bees without a queen

And we aren’t people, more like Sims controlled by childish deities

But see we're alive now, and that’s not time we're wasting nah this is life

And you're so pretty, like the gleam off that blade when you slipped my ribs the shivy

This ain’t a breakup, I like to think of it as a...stay of execution

And that’s not the air I’m clearing, its the wispy trails of our cumulus pollution

And that’s not despair you're feeling, its the petulant reaction of a wounded child

And that’s not the door I’m looking at, its an escape hatch to this zeppelin we're inside

And I really do...

Hope it all works out like you want it to

I hope it all works out like you want it to

I hope it all works out like you want it to

I hope it all works out like you want

You're not a woman you're a piranha with cutlery for dentured up smile

And I'm not a man, I'm an incomplete punchline of a joke I don’t understand

That's not your diary, it's a cookbook and I'm you're favorite chapter when you're bored

And that’s not a love letter, its a recipe for the same slop you served before

This ain’t an insult, its the clearest truth I've ever had the misery to speak

But these aren’t words, these are the terms of my surrender and defeat

But I'm not sorry, beyond the sorry nature of existing with no plans

Please don’t touch me. Just wave goodbye with that claw that’s not a hand

Did I mention that I...

Hope it all works out like you want it to

I hope it all works out like you want it to

I hope it all works out like you want it to

I hope it all works out like you want

(x3) Really do...

Hope it all works out like you want it to

I hope it all works out like you want it to

I hope it all works out like you want it to

I hope it all works out like you want

(x8) Really do...