I’m professional and backstage, waiting to be paid
My latest dues for failing to end it all
Too many attacks for me to defend it all
So i pretend it all floats away on a newborn day
I scorn the fray, I won’t jump inside
My throat has a figures slump defied
My money for the cheapest surprise
Peek at who you despise, pay no thought
To the death of automated minds, and the battlegrounds are a court

I’m professional and backstage, waiting for aid
The first coming came too soon, the dunes turn into their sons
The lowest form of wit is shunned, but I still own a shotgun
In many ways I phrase my outcome under the wrong sun
My drought is overcome
The clover thumb is up, fill your cups gentlemen
Aim your sperm back in, still my fate is slacking
Into an old corner I’m backing, hacking my brain, falling short
Of the death of this automated mind, the battleground is a court

I’m professional and underground, hiding from the powers that be
The flowers at sea grow at an alarming rate
Fuckin in the bushes with a rose under the gate
I’m in an automatic state, I wait to react
Cut me some slack, I’ll cut you back
Fade to black at the change of key, the powers that be
From sea to sea the sorrow waves rise
My money is the cheapest surprise
Peek at who you despise, pay no thought
To the death of automated minds, and the battlegrounds are a court