Train hums soft through foreign rain
Three bright lives in a tourist chain
Warm bath, cheap room, can’t resist
Comfort with a killing twist
Names go up, the bidders pick
Vacation turning counterfeit
All the people sell you bliss
Smiling faces, Judas kiss
Raise the price on my head
Sell the room, make the bed
If I am meat in your machine
I’ll learn the language underneath
Raise the glass, lower the blade
Every debt has to be paid
You want blood? You want proof?
I’ll buy my life by bleeding you
Bloodhound branded under skin
A country club where knives sink in
A coward’s hands, pathetic rage
A little man inside a cage
Bidder one, bidder two
The room decides what fear can do
Fine print bites, and mercy quits
The contract says you must commit
Raise the price on my head
Sell the room, make the bed
If I am meat in your machine
I’ll learn the language underneath
Raise the glass, lower the blade
Every debt has to be paid
You want blood? You want proof?
I’ll buy my life by bleeding you
Bring me the paper
Bring me the pen
Bring me the man who paid to begin
Tie him down in the chair he chose
Let the fine print kill him slow
Ink won’t hold
Paper won’t stay
Cut him open
Let the debt drain
PAY TO LEAVE
SIGN IN RED
CUT THE CONTRACT
LET HIM BLEED DEAD
Raise the price on my head
Sell the room, make the bed
If I am meat in your machine
I’ll learn the language underneath
Raise the glass, lower the blade
Every debt has to be paid
You want blood? You want proof?
I’ll buy my life by bleeding you