[TGR3] L.O.V.E. (Living on Vacuous Esteem)
Fast electro-punk, cyberpunk track surges in with percussive bass distorted synth stabs and distorted guitar as well. Verses feature aggressive, gritty female vocals over an unusual chord progression, tightly locked with syncopated percussion. Choruses drop into a heavy, descending progression, intensifying with raucous yells. Im fills provide glitchy, electro timbres between phrases. The arrangement pushes toward a relentless crescendo, building layers of synths and drums to a frenetic climax.
[TGR3] L.O.V.E. (Living on Vacuous Esteem)
Fast electro-punk, cyberpunk track surges in with percussive bass distorted synth stabs and distorted guitar as well. Verses feature aggressive, gritty female vocals over an unusual chord progression, tightly locked with syncopated percussion. Choruses drop into a heavy, descending progression, intensifying with raucous yells. Im fills provide glitchy, electro timbres between phrases. The arrangement pushes toward a relentless crescendo, building layers of synths and drums to a frenetic climax.
Lyrics
**** ***** ****
"Corporat life in a nutshell
is a fucking cold hell"
**** ***** ****
The day she was born was just like any other
Except for Miss Hass, the soon-to-be mother
Her life too full for real intimacy
She resorted to cold petri dish pregnancy
With genes of her own plus some corrections
For her baby she wanted nothing less than perfection
Like many smart people, she was smartly dumb
Alone, she just wanted to be called "mom"
And when she arrived, it was magic for her
In tears and pain, her vision was a blur...
Was it a trick of the light? Her sugar-blood low?
(Did her baby, in her arms, perform a bow?)
Go go Kristen, Kris "kiss" Hass,
Life goes fast, soon will be past
Using your charm, no need to shoot
Kiss some asses,
lick the boots
Go go Kristen, baby girl!
The world is yours, you've got it all
Take your mom, butter her up
Kiss some asses,
lick the boots
Best food, best clothes, best schools
Her DNA a blessing for the gene pool
Pretty and smart, maybe too keen
What's the point in "doing" when she only had to "be"?
And she was perfection, she could do anything
But soon she realized she had to do nothing
Smile, praise, giggle, graze and bow
In chaos of ugliness her grace was law.
Don't get me wrong, at the time she was eight
Her grace not material, but a matter of faith
Her power wasn't magnetic attraction
But the chill she gave with her validation
Go go Kristen, Kris "kiss" Hass,
Life goes fast, soon will be past
Using your charm, no need to shoot
Kiss some asses,
lick the boots
Go go Kristen, what a lass!
Do your thing, blow your profs
Killing them softly, no need to loot
Kiss some asses,
lick the boots
Sliding through school, college was easy
Since her sexuality got a tad breezy
Sucking them up, yeah, but when it wasn't enough
She didn't disdain sucking it down & rough
Students and professors, they were her toys
She was the master, they were the good boys
Envied by girls, sure, yet not all of them
Since a few became gay or bi just for her
Don't get me wrong, she wasn't a whore
Whores are cheap, she cost so much more
She gave you admiration, but high was her fee
Since you became what she wanted you to be
Go go Kristen, Kris "kiss" Hass,
Life goes fast, soon will be past
Using your charm, no need to shoot
Kiss some asses,
lick the boots
Go go Kristen, what a lass!
Do your thing, do your boss
Climb the ladder, rule the masses
Lick the boots,
kiss some asses.
Corporat's lifestyle really suited her
All butter
and sugar
and then again butter
Her path was greased, no miss and all hits
She climbed the ladder awfully quick
She reached the top, still beautiful but not so young
She just realized she missed something all along
Like many smart people, she was smartly dumb
And she was way smarter than her own mom.
She was alone
Her youth was gone
She was alone
She didn't care
She couldn't love
Or share her soul
Not knowing how
She could only bow
No drug and no experience could fill that void
She could mirror her mom, designing an heir
Her life too empty for real intimacy
What's the point in "being two" when she could just not "be"?
Go go Kristen, Kris "kiss" Hass,
Life goes fast, soon will be past
'Cause on the top, you're empty and sick
'Cause on the top ain't no ass to kiss
Go go Kristen, what a lady!
Do your thing, the gun is ready
You got it all, you got all the luck
But all you want is a barrel to suck
DIE!!!
DIE!!!
DIE!!!
DIE!!!
DIE!!!
DIE!!!
You wasted your time
I won't waste mine