Dead Flies

(álbum: Paranormal - 2017)

Please, watch your step, dear
The world is out to beat you
Don't you know there's cannibals
Designed to kill and eat you

You sister's high on angel dust
And so's your porno brother
And your phone knows more about you
Than your daddy or your mother

They'll drive you to the edge
And they'll leave you to die
Infected by the venom of their vicious, viral lies
It's all lies
We're dead flies

Priests and pariahs
Disguised as holy guru
Practicing their mantra
Of some cybernetic voodoo

And there's always a messiah
Preaching mass disaster
Claiming that they're Jesus or Illuminati masters

They'll drive you to the edge
And they'll leave you to die
Infected by the venom of their vicious, viral lies
It's all lies
We're dead flies

It's all lies
We're dead flies

They're gonna need your money
To relieve you of your stressing
They'll take your wealth and fame
In exchange for the blessing

And they'll kill you with their gospel
Full of psycho-babble vomit
When they make you drink the Kool-Aid
And you ride off on that comet

It's all lies
We're dead flies