TILT, TILT

Where lives a good expert?
My machine says tilt
It’s out of my control
It produces filth

Surely we’ll fix it
We’ve got everything here
Damn your advice
All gone in the air

Keep waiting, Keep searching,
Keep Waiting, You get what you need

Where lives a good doctor?
My mind says tilt
It’s out of my control
It produces filth

Where are all the healers
When you’re broken inside
And now you listen to a quack
Just to find out you lied