This Is F***ing Ecstasy

I'm sprinting yet I stride

My satchel filled with files

The secrets of the tribe

The cameras follow me for miles

Born a slave in 1984

I discovered that my life is just a record they performed

A maze where I was placed

Tell me what you think of this one

Tell me what you think of this one

'Cause now I've sold you out

(Erase me, erase me I'm done)

Now that there's no doubt

(My feet find the freeway, I run)

Now I've called you out

Now I've sold you out

They strapped me to the roof

They cut right through me

Diggin' through my wounds

I watched them hopelessly and choke

Where are my pills, where is my former lover?

I've been betrayed by everyone I know, don't blow my feeble cover

So tell me what you think of this one

Tell me what you think of this gun

Now I've sold you out

(erase me, erase me I'm done)

Now that there's no doubt

(My feet find the freeway, I run)

Now I've called you out

Now I've sold you out

'Cause the truth is this:

I finally know what they conceived so long ago

A baby rat for them to test

The poison's on a rubber breast

For me to learn; dependence on the shackles here

But now they're gone

This place I live in hyper speed

I shall not live I shall not breathe again

(Hey man)

This is fuckin' ecstasy

This is fuckin' leprosy

It's like they're fuckin' testin' me

This is fuckin' ecstasy

Hey!