Album: Future Isms
Make love to the camera obscura.
Let the time codes date you.
Let the stroboscope make love to you.
What's the point of doing anything if it's not on camera?
Why not give credit where credit's due.
It's all on tape, it's all in place.
Social control becomes auto-erotic asphyxiation.
Surveillance is a sensual sensation.
And your on camera an average of ten times a day.
Are you dressed for success?
Can you rise to the occasion?
It's all on tape, it's all in place.
In my most private moments I put my hand down my pants,
And get busted for shoplifting by security guards.