Conveyor Songtext
von Moses Sumney

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, 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 running 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