Standing in the line we're abberations
Defects in a defect's mirror
And we've been here all the time
Real fixations
Hidden deep in the furor
What we do is secret, secret!

We're influential guys for the D.C.C
We can lie so perfect
And we've got a party line
To every call
It's a very short circuit
What we do is secret, secret!

Licensed to drill with the torch
In our lives
Walking on shallow water
Progressed to the
Point of no distinction
Dementia of a higher order
What we do is secret, secret!

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Writer(s): Darby Crash, Georg Ruthenberg