We revel in our treason, our catalyst for change We don't wait for answers, We laugh, seize, and live our days Embracing our sedition, Crawling off our
Burn, burn, Hollywood, burn... Fetishized model-whores, images, airbrushed hardcore Harlots, Hiltons, egoistic, wanton waifs Plastic, paramours, skank
Incubation, mass extinction, total annihilation, bring on the just desserts No justice, no mercy, no god, no worry, There's plenty of water from pissing
[Netherton / Jarvis] Carving up your bloodstained maps With cartographic canine thirst Waking worlds long crystallized on sands forgotten Border lines
Class is canceled! Counter-hegemonics, Multitudes in swarm On nations at the center who watch their world deform This global insurrection was given
Leviathan devours all... Nameless agents haunt the shadow world Stateless numbers plan clandestine deeds To the ranks of the long disappeared They become
Hang em 'til the last ones dead Hang em 'til the last ones dead Hang em 'til the last ones dead Let them know we're coming out to kill Behind gentle
Disseminating myths upon a passive youth Lets look back upon, some long-enshrouded truths Where fables often tell, of tyrannies undone As good guys all
[Acoustic remake]
[Netherton / Jarvis] At dawn he rides, the fleet sets sail, the tanks will roll, when Mars screams, Across the world, our children wake, abandoned offspring
[Kloeppel / Jarvis] Looking in from the outside, Each city pukes its wounded forth, A world that time forgot, Along 95 from south to north, From gray
[Voyles / Jarvis] Anachronisms piling high on memories decayed, 300 days have passed again and here I am, nothing's changed, Burning time, the specters
[Netherton / Jarvis] Outside your gated homes, The world begins where your street ends, Yet in time, your demons will come crawling back, Praise God
[Kloeppel / Jarvis] Born under black skies, with no expectations, We crawl through our paralyzing pantomime of life, Awaiting resurrection, the great
[Netherton / Jarvis] Lost in the annals of time long past over, Deep in soil, shallow and unkempt, Brothers and sisters, in ground hallowed sacred, Their
[Kloeppel / Jarvis] ...And through all our failed attempts we still proclaim our opinions law, One small step into life and your taken, Taken by a storm
Crawling out en masse, they gather Turkey flop platoons, will scatter Drag-queen ninjas dance, pirouetting Always 'scene' and never heard, these core
[Kloppel / Jarvis] Line by line the artifacts spilling across a western world awash in imagery and apathy entrenched... we dine together in here on stark