Born of craving for noise
The flames of distrust have been fueled
The zeros and ones implant the parasite
A slave to the gift of sight
In this static cesspool
With a shower of sparks and the press of a switch
Magnetic agendas, brain set to standby
To sides of the coin are now one in the same
Drawn to charisma and fame
But why?
Fear displayed in incubating hell-shrines
As seen by the half eclipsed eye
Reptillian tongues will not be obscured
Deceptive breath which i carve straight through
The chalices spill forth the poisoned lifeblood
Flagellate and masturbate your drones into the mud
Static; dogmatic
Bring the fucking guns
The men of straw are now in line, just make your choice
Falsify and crucify the sober voice
In the wake of massacre, come face to face
This mascarade will help us kill off the human race
