Dark, dark times, bitter flavor
Animal wrath and bitchy behavior
Phone's all dry, the juice is all gone
Rat park closed, it reopens at dawn
Break the loop, threaten the vibe
Something's gotta give, someone's gotta die
No more bullshit halfway to devout
Lock in and step up or fuck off and get out
No more treats in the machine
There are no more treats left in the machine
What will you do? Who will you be?
When there are no more treats left in the machine
Smells like ozone, it smells like a maze
Beautiful things may be coming my way
Nothing really feels good, nothing is fun
Am I ready to die or am I ready to run
Somewhere along the way I become suspicious
I'm an accomplice, I'm a participant
So if I am a mouse
And I'm looking for cheese
I side-eye the treats
I might break the machine
No more treats in the machine
There are no more treats left in the machine
What will you do? Who will you be?
When there are no more treats left in the machine
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