All aboard the bulletin board
The machine (the machine)
I animorph into an organ
A spleen
Private school boy in uniform
Assembly
I will assume form
Join the workforce
The colony

Conveyor for you
Conveyor for you

The fire ants die for a chance
At the queen (at the queen)
Carpenter bee dies when he finally leaves a sting, yeah
To be a vein runnin' through your vain body
And I will
Step on a belt, put my life on a shelf one of many

Conveyor for you
Conveyor for you
Conveyor for you
Conveyor for you

We have no place
That we can claim without contention
We are constructing a whole new edifice of boxes
To put people in
To protect a space inside which you can exist, and exist, and exist
Very concerned about giving names
Giving names, giving names, giving names
Dissatisfaction seems like the natural
Byproduct of identification
I truly believe that people who define you, control you