When the world is bled until there's nothing left
The meek will inherit the stench of death
As progress stubles diplomacy crumbles
They'll still rejoice in their choice of four
more years of state neglect
These open wounds will not heal as
your children die at home and abroad
It's a perpetual cycle
It's a downward spiral in the name of religion
From New Orleans to Baghdad their agenda
is clear; no one gets in the way
They'll manipulate your choice and wane your
life on false hopes so you'll never go astray.
One by one the states turn blood-red
Held hostage at the whim of a madman
Destiny-driven, the future is blood-red
State of denial, render unto madmen
The ballots punched
The crosses borne
The flag held high
The war goes on
And people have died for this choice of
four more years It goes on and on
People have died for this choice.

Look around myself
All I see is shit
Sickens my stomach
And pollutes my mind
Is it real or is it me inside?
working our way to the top
But where are we headed?
I'd rather stay at the bottom
And keep my dignity
Always looking to get ahead
I see right through you
Instant gratification
No thought but personal gain
Governed by greed
I want no part in this
world of hypocrisy
Your bigoted bashing bible
It means shit to me
Don't throw your scheme at me
I have faith in myself
Not in your money-making machine
I won't support your power
Or your religious war
I won't blindfold myself
And let you lead the way
I won't allow you
To bring me down
I'd rather be all by myself
And know where I stand
I won't blindfold myself

It suddenly seems dark in here
Nothing quite what it appears
Vision blurred, judgment impaired
Don't know if you ever cared
Wasted nights draw me closer to you
For another night or two
Addicted to the buzz
Addicted to the buzz
is this love?
Ambiguity keeps me company every step of the way
Hangover greets me throughout the day
That same fucking poison that rips my stomach apart
Reminds me of you and hits me straight in the heart
Wasted nights draw me so much closer to you
For another night or two
Addicted to the buzz
Addicted to the buzz
is this love?
Fall for someone that I don't even know
We'll worry about it tomorrow
Our future seems bleak
And our time short and sweet
Lure me in, suck me dry, make me cry
Will you sleep tonight?
Build it up, self destruct, redeem yourself
Now I'm all torn up

Justify this war with gouged-out eyes- Their P.R. trickery marginalizes
the lives of thousands of innocent victims with the utmost precision-
Statues fall, new flags are raised for the occasion- You've been bought
and sold on the sensation- By the hand of god- this liberation- A cleverly
marketed invasion- Watch the dominoes fall- Watch the death merchants spread
themselves too thin- But with a spoon full of sugar and a hot cup o' fear-
Watch apparatus slip into gear- As media nurtures our culture on glories of
war- They'll tow you back in- Force-fed the bullshit, swallow it whole- But
the jagged edges will tear up your throat- Ina storm of yellow journalism
they've managed to turn neighbor against neighbor- With hysteria rooted deep
in our minds- And the desire to consume not far behind- They've created a
system of deadly design- To help ensure their power's expansion- With a
spoonful of sugar, duct tape, and gas mask- Yellow ribbons and miniature
flags- Murder is put on a pedestal in the name of an ever-changing motive-
Waging war on an unseen enemy- Perpetual bloodshed at the expense of you and
me- Revel in the erosion of your civil liberties- as your morale is lifted by
Bill O'Reily- access to information denied by cultural rapists- who jumped out
of the right wing closets in the wake of 9/11- We are under siege- Sudden swing
to the right- Fashionable fence-straddling fuckers relinquish all control-
Afraid to the rock the boat as this media-state grows- Out of sight-
Out of mind- How many more soldiers will die?- How many people have
died?- "We're sorry. That information is classified."

Screaming of freedom as it slips from our grasp- An empty idealism
drapes from every highway overpass- Chic redneck fashion- Waving their
flags- Mass-produced like their mentalities- Join the witch-hunt on the
"rags"- Scapegoat their olive skin- 9/11 is the catalyst for a backlash
the likes of which we've seen too many times before- I want to see your
blue blood bleed red- You've go the nerve to call yourself compassionate?-
But who funded this terror on which you wage war?- Left and right find
middle ground fighting terror with terror?- Don't you wish you were there
as the houses join hands and sing the battle hymn or the republic?- Rev
up the masses- And this is compassion?- 10,000 dead- Collateral damage in
your war on reality- Manifest destiny under the guise of security- Repave
the terror trail we know all too well with the blood of the world.

I won't apologize for my beliefs because you don't like what you hear-
I won't censor my words because it's the truth that you fear- I won't
pretend to smile or look the other way- i won't sit and watch our priorities
decay- You watch the 11:00 news and believe what you hear- Flush away their
sins- Dispose of your convictions- Water down the truth- join the parade-
When the team you root for wins we can blindly celebrate- Grab a bowl of
popcorn- Watch the showdown in Iraq- In between commercials drink another
beer- Every minute lost in front of the television is another bit of
knowledge never to be seen again- Convenience, apathy, faith, comfort-
Call it what you please- Take another percussette- Then maybe you'll
sleep at ease- But while you mind is dreaming more are being oppressed-
You can close your eyes while children are put to rest- It's not 1984
anymore and the Reagan years are over- It's terror that we fear in our
post-9/11 world- "Either you're with us or you're with the terrorist"
the village idiot once stated- If you ask me anthrax is not what I'm
most afraid of.- We can build something with these ashes floating in
the air- Or we can let them settle to the ground- But one day a tree
will grow through this cold, hard mud- and history will resurface
into a new life form.

Darker days loom on the horizon
The all-seeing eye forever roving
Troops deployed at the borders,
20, 000 and counting,
To an armchair-ovation of epic proportions
New order's established in this recession
Main street USA basks in blind obedience
Given less and taken for more and more
On a treadmill march toward next year's war
Corporations swallowing bailouts
Swindling handshakes in secrecy
The trickle down of their greed:
500, 000 jobs and counting
The bodies of the destitute swiftly mounting
New order's established in this depression
Main street USA basks in blind obedience
There's still the military option:
Go to Iran or Pakistan for a tour
Lead the treadmill-march
Toward next year's war
Relapse. Retreat. Collapse. Defeat.
New world order is established
New world order: blind obedience

Fear of life and what you could be
Settled down with a family
Worship the fear
Pinned down by convenience
Strangled to death by traditions
Will work set you free?
Have you sown what you can't reap?
the future's creaping up so fast
But all your pleasure's in the past
So life is lived in regret
Up to your neck in credit debt
Worship the fear
Possessions are just a distraction for the
happiness that you're lacking
For false sense of security you'll
settle for monotony
Life becomes an obscenity when
you sow while they reap

24 years old went away to war
High expectations of what the future holds
Wore the uniform with pride a rifle at hand
Bringing democracy to a far away land
Pregnant wife at home awaiting his return
Dependent on faith will she ever learn
Ignore the consequences have faith in the lord
Ignorance is bliss until reality sets in
Never wake up again war-coma
4 days in Baghdad blurry muzzle flash
Shot between the eyes everything went black
Bullet lodged in his skull one inch from his brain
Endless fits of rage he will never be the same
Life's already over before it begun
Emotionally numb he sleeps with a gun
Barely alive with a bullet to the head
Flashbacks and nightmares better off dead
Cause you'll never wake up again war-coma
Going through the motions yet he feels no pain
Living like a ghost and all for what?
Living his life in a war-coma
All for what his life is gone all for what
All for what all fucked up all for what
You'll never wake up again

I'm so sick of false perceptions
Paint me into a corner
Pigeonhole my intentions
Make your assumptions on why I'm here
Why would I want your world when
you've proven you don't care at all?
So many people acting like they've got the answer
but they'll be the first screw to fall out
You're nothing but a brick in this wall
that stands so proud and tall
It's going to topple over and fall
And then maybe you'll finally see
there's more to this than you or me
No one owes you anything

You're twenty-five and you're barely alive
Blood's still running through your body
but your spirit's long since died
You've trained yourself to keep your distance
In the sand you've drawn your line
So afraid of people's expectations
In constant battle with your mind
You have become what you hate the most
An apathetic old man with a grudge
Succumbing to life's pressures without fight
Why do you stay here?
Because your fucking pride has buried you alive
in this debris of shit blown out of proportion
in your maladjusted mind
You think that you're so fucking different
But you just tow the same old lines
Leading to this sicking ship
Living in constant fear of time
Opportunity arises and you don't care
You project an image of no hope
But I've looked into your
eyes and seen it there
You'd love to smash this
world that's put
you in the state you're in
twenty-five
It's your life
But still you try to deny
Everything you feel inside
It's time to cut their fucking line

This rage inside me comes to a boil
Sometimes I feel like I'll break
down or break something else
Knock one back
Drink to oblivion to escape from reality
Take me to another place
Anywhere but here
I want to go where the
sun shines and the air is clean
The hostile city is starting to get to me
I'd tear it down if I could have it my way
The phony fucking bastards
Surround me day by day
Useless piece of shit you're better off dead
Make this world a better place
and paint it all red
And take it all away
So I can finally be free

Ignore the epidemic- Just keep it under quarantine- An infection of the
flesh on suburbia's face- Let it hit outside air and die- Dig the ditch-
Push your children in- Omit- Sit idly by- Reality atrophies this beautiful
suburban town- so we put reality into the ground- Gasoline in your hand
as the bodies burn- A plastic disease, ceaseless denial- But when it slips
into your backyard will you put the match to your own child?- Sugarcoated
yet it festers inside- Just sit idly by as your children die- The
heroin-sedated lie parallel with you suburbanite conscience of "all is well".

I won't support this sick game you play- This tool you use to gain power-
You call it war- I call it terror- When will you learn we are drowning
in the blood of our own people- I can see right through your empty fabricated
lies- your false red alerts and blanket threats- Media manipulation for your
selfish gain- Ignoring the truth- innocent suffering and pain- When you wave
your flag to bandage up your mistakes- I'll hang mine upside down- Not because
I hate our country- but instead to counteract- Fuck your scare tactics- Fuck
your smart bombs and compassionate conservatism- your bullshit promise of
peace and progress- I won't believe.

When the leaves start changing
And the sun stops shining
I think about yesterday
Beat myself up inside and wonder why
Same mistakes all over again
I think that it's time to say goodbye
Memories of better days
Adventures still to come
Kiss the warmth goodbye
Close my eyes
Break away all ties
Plunge into wonder and blunder
Down a bottle of wine
It'll be just fine
Fuzzy nights and foggy memories
Of love, tears, lust and sex
Got to love the excitement of what if
Don't need answers to my questions anyway
I enjoy the unknown shades of grey
Watching you walk away
Don't want to be by myself
Don't want to sulk in my solitude
Trying to stand on my own two feet
Stop wearing my heart on my sleeve
My impulses seem out of control
My fears greater than I've ever known
Shake it all off and look the other way
Hide it deep enough and it will go away
More distress and feelings of disarray
Take another swig It'll be okay

In the name of honor- She was beaten and bruised, disfigured and
mutilated even worse than death- In the name of honor- She lost
her nose and lost her eyes- never to see the face of her children
again- She was abused and she was accused of cheating on her husband
in the country of Pakistan- She was accused and she was abused in the
name of honors- violence, killing, beatings are justified- It's not fair-
In the name of honor- He pulled he downstairs by her hair because she
didn't do the dishes right- In the name of honor- We bombed their land,
their hospitals- Killed many innocent people dead- Use American flags as
band-aids to cover something up that you cannot fucking hide- It's time
that we open up our eyes, admit our own mistakes and realize we can no
longer retaliate- If we're not a part of the solution we're a part of
the problem.

Every morning's like a funeral procession- And we're the dead-
Abysmal retrogression- How do you earn a living in a life you
didn't ask for?- How do you earn your living when your life's
already over?- Suffer.- I didn't ask for this but now that it's
mine now one's taking it away.- Every morning- Wake up red-eyed-
Future constricts my throat- Always thinking about tomorrow-
Never enjoy the day- The carrot always dangles- Swept up in a
mindless tedium- Cradle. Cubicle. Coffin.- Thank you for your
service- You'll become storage when your deemed useless- Suffer.-I
didn't ask for this but now that it's mine no one's taking it
away- Work and worth are two very different things- Whether the
collar's blue or white the master still grips the leash- Pressured
into the "real world" pf stillborn goals and dreams- Red tape stifles
the alternative so we fade into mediocrity- But it's up to you and me-
It's life or death.

Subtly discrediting my voice- Discarding my choice to determine my
fate and destiny over my life and my body- By chipping away my
reproductive freedom from every direction- With parental permission,
legislative regression and the "father's" discretion- 100 miles from
the nearest clinic- And the clock is still ticking- 24 hour waiting
period is gonna do me in- All I want is to have an abortion- You're a
fucking hypocrite with you anti-choice propaganda- Protecting life but
the life of who?- The religious right and Operation Rescue?- You advocate
pro-life a supporter of death row- Get your laws of my body and your laws
off of our roe- You can't stop me- All you can do is take away my safety-
Elderly Christian women and stupid right wing men- Groups who will never
need to get an abortion.

Walking with my head to the ground- If I think hard enough, maybe he
will go away- Screaming on the top of my lungs but no one can hear me-
Words won't formulate in my head- I cannot express this feeling-
Emptiness, Contempt, Vengeance, Rage- My anger bottles up inside of me-
I'm ready to explode- Afraid if I say ow i feel I will be jumped, raped
or killed- But if I stay silent it will kill me inside- Doomed if I do
and if I don't- Trapped in this body with nowhere to hide- Ashamed to
be inside my own skin- Because if I wear a dress I am prey, I am guilty-
And if I don't I am a dyke- How can I look in the mirror and smile if
you will condemn me for it?- I dream of a world where I can walk down
the street with my head held up high- A world where my brains are more
valuable than my beauty- Tonight I will take back what was already mine-
with a dagger, with a rifle, I will hunt you down- Dehumanize you like
you did to me- And when you are gone I will come alive.

A community with an open mind- who only accepts a certain kind-
filled with optimism and unity- intelligence and diversity- where
bigotry and hatred is shunned- and equality is raised above- but a
feeling of alienation still persists- a constant struggle which we
must overcome- Is it in my head- a figment of my imagination- or a
harsh reality that can never be escaped- ingrained in our minds and
attempted to be ignored- a fight between realism and idealism- a
fight which we cannot afford- The mind like a sponge brainwashed from
birth- without given a chance stripped from all self worth- programmed
to be powerless and taught to submit- turn over all control and be
forced to forfeit- obey the norms of society our gender roles set in
stone- stuck in a vicious cycle crating yet another clone- abide by
the rules to never speak up- for our Utopian world needs no disrupt-
It is suitable for all- each gender class and race- discriminates
against no one- so keep that grin on your face- A community with an
open mind- who only accepts a certain kind- until one day challenged
by its people- by finally speaking up- given the chance to resist-
the world of hypocrisy that persists- in this world which exists-
we must detest- Empower yourself- Learn to speak up- It's time to
disrupt- This stagnant structure.

Your life is one big mess
Get on your knees
Get on your knees
He'll take care of the rest
Desperation
This is a test
Begging for forgiveness
And you'll be blessed
Your holy water can't wash
the blood off your hands
Or the guilt off your conscience
You say I'm the one who will go to hell
For not believing in your tall tales
You're the one who will pay the price
For your false hope in jesus christ
Your bullshit religion cannot convince me
that mary was a virgin
Your prayer won't make
the troops come home
Your prayer can't change your
husband's shitty attitude
Your prayer won't heal your black and blue
Won't help you to find the truth
Your prayer won't save the human race
Prayer only leads to blind faith
Open your eyes
One day you will see
This shit's not for me

I'm surrounded by others
But I feel so alone
In an endless battle
Inside my head
Don't know who is the enemy
And who is the martyr
It makes it harder
Am I guilty for being real?
For saying how I really feel?
Am I better off keeping it inside
And living a lie?
Because my words will hurt you
But my silence will kill us
Try to keep focus on myself
And think things through
To gain independence
With or without you
Justify my intentions
To make my guilt disappear
My mind's growing foggy
Got to make things clear
Am I guilty for being real?
For saying how I really feel?
Am I better off keeping it inside
And living a lie?
Because my words will hurt you
But my silence will kill us
I think I'll keep my mouth shut
And look the other way
Close my eyes tonight

We're living in a work of fiction
Just waiting for a reaction
Will the day ever come
When we're no longer on the run
From our sorry state of genuflection
To some self-appointed hanging judge?
Pointing fingers like daggers to backs,
Friendships falling to fashions and factions
If there was a choice I'd give up my voice
Who wants to scream forever?
The words so deafening that no one hears a thing
Maybe it's time to sever ties
Or give me something...
We're living in a world of friction
So should we dispute the conditions
Or give into the constant attrition?
Should we just let it die?
If there was a choice I'd give up my voice
Who wants to scream forever?
The words once so promising
Now no one hears a thing
Maybe it's time to sever ties

Out of the blue I'm in the bleak streets below my window
A blur of faces that leaves me feeling despondent and
cold
Facing a future full of death and debt growing like an
abscess
Ridden with anxiety I feel myself lose control
A world that thrives on pain and misery
Just trying to fight breeds insanity
Everyday.
Feel the weight of the world
That's just the way of the world
Pinning you down until you're lifeless and limp
That's just the way of the world
To wade through the pain, overcome the misery
Just staying alive is revolutionary
Everyday.
My mind's erosion
All emotions have kicked into overdrive
I want to scream, there's little left to say
I understand the fact that
No one makes it out of here alive

Standing on the bus at a loss
Smothered by the idiot-talk
Waiting for my sign to step off
To catch another line or take a walk
Down the beaten path
It'll beat me past the point of pain
So I'll take the bus again
Pay the fare and be on my way
Full-circle everyday
I'll try to make it last

In 2012 what will they say?
What words will echo at the end of our days?
A disenchanted nation on permanent vacation
A recycled retired failed operation
Self-indulge as you succumb to this me-generation
Pay no attention to the signals they send
Turn a blind eye rest assured
The property values climb sky high
At the expense of the marginalized
As you stroll down the unfamiliar streets
Reaping the benefits of a fleeing city
The libraries are closing
No children left behind
They are swept under a rug forever lost in time
Self-indulge as you succumb to this me-generation
Pay no attention to the signals they send
Turn a blind eye rest assured
The property values climb sky high
At the expense of the marginalized
Crocodile tear drops
War toys for tots
Give the gift of giving
But you're clearly not listening
To the words they say

Bodies lined up waiting for a cure
Patients waiting patiently,
Their backs up against the wall
We'll keep you in line
With the prospect of a universal plan-scam
We'll keep you in line
With the fear of a so-called socialist plot
You'll remain divided in this sick industry
You're barely living in our sick industry
Another politician's pockets lined
By the healthcare lobby
But hope's an option...
Waiting hours on the phone
For god's voice to pick up the line
Didn't mention your preexisting condition?
Now you're left behind
By pharma-prostitutes who offer no hand-outs
An apple a day won't keep their collectors away
Work all your life for their sick industry
Paying up the ass for some sense of security
In fifty years who will take care of me?
Hope's an option...
But the future looks bleak
We're barely living in their sick industry
We're bought and sold by this sick industry
Reform is a joke in their sick industry

Don't know how to cope
With these empty feelings
Struggling in this world
Life can be so hard
Trying to make it through
To keep my stability
Lift my head out of the water
But I'm drowning too fast
I want to numb it all
And still feel at the same time...
Things could have been different
If you tried a little harder
You would still be here
And we could work it out
Correct the past mistakes
Before it's too late
Because everyday is worth living
Can't change the past
All I can do is learn
I want to fight harder
And I want to give up
Drink until I can't think
To forget the pain
That will not leave me
It's weighing me down
Will not disappear
But I am still stuck here...
Try to take the pain away
But I still want to feel
Tomorrow will be a better day
Even without you here
No matter how hard it gets
I'll try to crack a smile
I'm still left with hope
To do what's best for me
Your laugh lingers in my mind

Spending the end of our lives
Staring blankly into glowing screens
Scrolling aimlessly for hours
I can't wake up from this plastic dream
Plastic dream.
I'll go outside tomorrow
With human lives stuck on repeat
Maybe a cell phone tower will fall
And delete what was left of me
Plastic dream.
Ain't it funny how - they're called living rooms
Seated comfortably - watching someone else
Live a fantasy - as we die
Slowly and suddenly the color picture fades
Decades of pages that can no longer be displayed
Try to focus as my life flashes before my eyes
It's just a scene from some movie I saw 100 times
How long was I asleep
Logged in to this dream
Where every single thing plugs in
Or runs on batteries
Now I can't press rewind
And click back to the time
When texts were things called books
And pixels didn't flood my mind
Spent my entire life
Staring blankly into glowing screens
Searched and searched and searched forever
But never found out what it means

Counting down the days until the end of time
Bid farewell to this beautiful world
Bow my hat to those who tried
To make a difference with strong convictions
I'm sorry to report that your efforts were denied.
Bury your values
Lay your goals to rest
This plot is reserved for you
in the graveyard of stillborn dreams.
Beneath the rubble lies the remains of hundreds of lives
Food and medicine out of reach 1.5 million under siege
40 hours a week I hear their cries
Tired of lying to them and saying it will be alright
Your father's gone, your mother tried
A child's extended hand is pushed aside
Bury your values
Cremate your hopes and dreams
The sun does not shine in the graveyard of defeat
Beyond the numbness you will find
Thousands of children crying
For a future fallen between the cracks
Gone and never coming back
US funded air strikes
40 years of turmoil
Occupying. Undermining.
Minimizing. Dehumanizing.
Between the lines the pages drip
With a million tears
Counting down the days

Put me down for my convections just because I fucking care- Afraid to
show your true feelings- Your negativity lingers in the air- Jump on
the bandwagon- And hide the truth- Fear the inevitable- I see right
through you- Your mindless identity is worn on your sleeve- Stop
lying to yourself- You have no individuality- Apathetic attitude
proves your a coward- Continue to talk shit, think you gain power?-
The truth of the matter is your front is a crutch- Your overbearing
vulnerability is becoming too much- I no longer condone your
undermining ways- Your existence gives me fuel for the rest of my
days- Your front is a crutch!!!

I used to wake up to a face
Now I wake up to a wall
The terms are down in black and white
My life is caught between the lines
Is this the end of the line?
I'm confined to a void
Losing face with time
I'm inclined to avoid
Waiting around with my ear to the door.
Balancing on eggshells, empty basket on the floor
You've gone so far
And I feel so far-gone
It's all gone away

Stick the needle in
Run through my veins
A momentary lapse
No longer feel my pain
The pressure is building
Will I sink or swim?
In a world that hates me
A battle I'll never win
Trying to escape
Something I can't run from
I'm holding myself back
From feeling what's real
Can't hide from myself
Because I won't go away
It's taking a toll
As I slowly decay
I look in the mirror
Don't like what I see
Maybe another hit
Will help comfort me
I'll close my eyes
See what tomorrow brings...
Open my eyes
To start a new day
I'll make things right
Change my old ways
But I can hardly breathe
The stench suffocates me
Confined by four walls
Darkness surrounds me
Is it too late to turn back
And do things over from the start?
Erase my past mistakes
I deserve another chance
But there's no turning back

Stubbing out progress where seeds are sown
Killing off anything that's not quite known
Sitting around in a nice safe home
Waiting for the witch hunt
Idle plans for the idol rich
Knitting the economy, not dropping a stitch
Destroying anything that doesn't quite fit
Waiting for the witch hunt
Still living with the english fear
Waiting for the witch hunt here
Still living with the english fear
Waiting for the witch hunt here
Changing your course for another way
You better stop that or be willing to pay
Never mind son, you'll come around some day

The night is black, without a moon
The air is thick, and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill
Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill
They say there are strangers, who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness, too dangerous
In our theatres and bookstore shelves
Those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves
Quick to judge, quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance, prejudice and fear

Bolts of lightning, out of the blue
Without forewarning, the heat is on you
Watch what you say, the phone maybe tapped
Under heavy surveillance, looks like you're trapped
Under investigation, whether guilty or not
Without your own doing, you're part of the plot
Trying to hide, going underground
Just a matter of time until you will be found
Witch hunt, guilty by association
Witch hunt, systematic defamation
Witch hunt, process of elimination
Witch hunt, demonized and sacrificed
The noose is tightening, there's no return
Moral cleansing, free thinking must burn
This is serious, your face in the mud
The end of the story is written in blood
Freeze, down on your knees, beaten and bound
Tarred and feathered, they parade you around
The media is feasting, your face on the news
It's a feeding frenzy, a mob on the loose
Witch hunt, guilty by association
Witch hunt, systematic defamation
Witch hunt, process of elimination
Witch hunt, demonized and sacrificed
Witch hunt, guilty by association
Witch hunt, merciless interrogation
Witch hunt, ill-reputed executed
Witch hunt, witch hunt, burn that witch
You've always been different, you've spoken your mind
Set yourself apart, now they hate your kind
A foreign element, the unknown factor
An alien component, the Hannibal Lecter
It doesn't matter what you say or do
There is no justice, no future for you
Because you're the scapegoat, you are to blame
This is your life, 15 minutes of shame
Witch hunt, guilty by association
Witch hunt, systematic defamation
Witch hunt, process of elimination
Witch hunt, demonized and sacrificed
Witch hunt, guilty by association
Witch hunt, methodical eradication
Witch hunt, crucified by morning light
Witch hunt, witch hunt, burn that witch
It doesn't matter what you say or do
There is no justice, no future for you
Because you're the scapegoat, you are to blame

Always looking for new suspects:
Modern heretics of the intellect
Making crimes out of natural laws
To lock you down and impose their morals
Fighting evil hysteria
Anyone with a different idea
Searching for new enemies
To ban all forms of alternative
You might give no confession
But they will keep the accusation
And whatever you'll say or try
They'll ridicule you in the public eye
You'll end up burning at the stake
Whatever the agitation you make
And perish like all the others
Who stood for their pride and honor

[Trey:]
The New World kneels before me
By God I’ll make my name
Bound for eternal glory
Those who oppose me shall perish in flame
Two faces, scarred and saintly
One for each god I serve
Die screaming like a banshee
Burning to death as your cries go unheard
[Ms. C:]
Bleed hysteria
Praise Deliria
Going on a witch hunt
[Trey:]
I’ll be the one standing at your door
With a pitchfork and a torch
The free world kneels before me
The crimson flag shall fall
Black lists and black intentions
Flush out the traitors and bury them all
You’ll be my final scapegoat
Ye children of the lamb
My vengeance is the last word
Sign the confession and bow to the demon again
[Ms. C:]
Bleed hysteria
Praise Deliria
We hunt
Nothing is sacred to us
Who will save you when your name comes up?
Bleed hysteria
Praise Deliria
Kneel or burn
Stride la vampa (The crackling flame hisses)
Giunge la vittima (The victim arrives)
Necrovestita (Clad in black)
Discinta e scalza (Half dressed, barefoot)
Grido feroce (A ferocious cry)
Di mortir levasi (Of death arises)
[Arthur, Trey, Ms. C:]
Leave no stone unturned
With the failing light
Build the fire high
Roasting strange fruit
Torches burning bright
Fire leads the inquisition
Through the forest
With the fallen one
We will take no names
We play God tonight
On a witch hunt

When we die, where do we go?
Many have theories, but noone knows
You're the apple of my eye
Come a little closer and take a bite
I'll be your lover and your best friend
We could start a new religion
What do they want from me?
A deathbed confession or a heartfelt apology?
Let's start a witch hunt
Scapegoat the pagan girls
Cupid shoots poison arrows
At the virgins and the scarecrows
Let's pass the kool aid
Strychnine and strawberry
It's a Jonestown holiday
And all the kids are in their graves
The Mayan calendar's ending soon
Armageddon say the prophets of doom
Black holes in the milky way
Maybe tomorrow, but not today
Sucked into infinity
Exactly where we deserve to be
What do you want from me?
Hope of an afterlife and a sense of security?
Let's start a witch hunt
Scapegoat the pagan girls
Cupid shoots poison arrows
At the virgins and the scarecrows
Let's pass the kool aid
Strychnine and strawberry
It's a Jonestown holiday
And all the kids are in their graves
I see you blushing in a room full of mirrors
Naked and lying on broken glass
In brittle tones I hear you calling out
But it's too late to save you now
'Cause I'm floating downstream on these haunted rivers
Falling asleep among the charred remains
What do they want from me?
A deathbed confession or a heartfelt apology?
Let's start a witch hunt
Scapegoat the pagan girls
Cupid shoots poison arrows
At the virgins and the scarecrows
Let's pass the kool aid
Strychnine and strawberry
It's a Jonestown holiday