A sacred cash cow with sickly tits Dripping temptation for hypocrites Tone deftly beaten, the prosperous Endlessly stating the obvious Caught in your
You want to blame me for the way you hate yourself You think you can find who you are in someone else Criticize who already found their positioning You
Your only Son, no sin to hide But You have sent Him from Your side To walk upon this guilty sod And to become the Lamb of God Your gift of love, they
So goddamn easy to write this You make it spill on the page So drunk on your self, self-righteous The laughing stock of your own fucking stage But I
Rise Store-bought attitude and spit A sugar-coated piece of *** An instant rebel, just add greed Another useless commodity Broken glass and a broken
This is a mean and cold town I hate this fucking place Watch the rats as they all drown Dying slowly day by day Decrepit and falling down Cesspool of
The river I'm bound to be found in A rope chosen bound for the hang When I'm blind and I think I see everything Convincing myself again This God that
She's a slack one, born of greed Speaking endless words, long and empty A beggar who still wants to choose A dethroned queen still demands her due If
Pray for blood, pray for the cleansing Pray for the flood, pray for the end Of this nightmare, this lie of a life Came as quickly as it can dissolve
Somewhere between an excuse and a lie You found something that you believe So proud, I guess I can't imagine why Three cheers for what we used to be
Down, chemical sacrament Blasphemous prayer Deliver me from this So serene apocalypse Just make me *** numb Deaf, blind and *** dumb Return to sacred
Virginia death threat Virginia creeper vine The hands that feed intent Choke the purpose of this time Take all that you can give And I will make it mine
Seize the darkened day There's only hell to pay And no one left to see This Prodigal return Sweet apathy's black toll You'll mourn the traded soul I'
I just got the news today you were dying Hot damn, we're already partying But please, before you have to leave Let me tell you a few last things Suffer
Store-bought attitude and spit, a sugar-coated piece of shit. An instant rebel, just add greed. Another useless commodity. Broken glass and a broken jaw
Watch the broken common man Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour Dirty and sweaty with just enough to get by Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul
Turn on all the lights and punch them out All four burners going, pile it on fire Metal sparks in the nuclear box Fist through a window pane And our broken
We killed a lot of innocent civilians To us every civilian in Baghdad was a terrorist [Incomprehensible] now in civilian clothes That makes everybody
