Look At The Lens — Reaper

Artist's note

[Intro] [spoken] Call time is six. Craft services left at five forty-five. Nobody comes till the lens says action. Welcome to the dream. Bring your own lube. [Verse 1] She writes her stage name on the W-9 Then the real one smaller, like a crime STI panel Thursday, same as rent Gag reflex is a skill, not a personality trait He wants her looking like she just discovered God While she counts the strokes like a union clock "Don't finish on the tattoo, legal said" She nods with a dick in her mouth and a list in her head [Chorus] Look at the lens, not the person, that's the job Moan on the mark, get the money, don't get soft Lube is a line item, knees are the clock Wipe down the vinyl, send the invoice, clock off [Verse 2] Club night: house fee first, then the two-drink lie ATM in the hall eating four percent alive Make it rain is six singles and a prayer Somebody's boyfriend in the lot with a Glock he doesn't have Cam girl: ring light, tax app, "be yourself" Platform takes forty and a piece of her health A man named Brad wants a custom where she says his name Pays in exposure. She blocks him. Same shit. Next frame. [Chorus] Look at the lens, not the person, that's the job Moan on the mark, get the money, don't get soft Lube is a line item, knees are the clock Wipe down the vinyl, send the invoice, clock off [Verse 3] Porn set smells like bleach, latex, and a lie "Just one more take" means the money shot's dry Fluffer's a myth. It's a phone and a wait Ass in the air for a two-shot they already paid He comes on her tits like he invented the sun She wipes with a towel that has last shift on it Aftercare is a wipe, a protein bar, a ride Nobody's in love. Everybody got paid. That's the night. [Bridge] [spoken, dry] Consent is the only holy word in the building. Everything else is catering and lies. If you came for the fairy tale, you're in the wrong room. If you came for the truth: it moans on cue and it invoices by noon. [Final Chorus] Look at the lens, not the person, that's the job Moan on the mark, get the money, don't get soft Lube is a line item, knees are the clock Wipe down the vinyl, send the invoice, clock off [Outro] [spoken] Call time is six. The moan is the easy part. Invoice after. Gloves in the bin. Look at the lens.