Day 2: Closer to Trent Reznor's tongue

I didn’t process many of the lyrics, I just watched the continued flash of crude depictions and listened to the pulsating throb of what I surmised at the time was a dot matrix printer having sex with a second dot matrix printer slathered with mashed potatoes. My sister showed up just in time to see me standing there gazing onward as Reznor continued to wish animal-like copulation on me and then take time to show me the ball gag in his mouth.