I exclude light and wash my hands of you
By larger being devoured,
Leaving only me to improve
Weep
Don't fucking weep
Your weak eyes cry tears of the week
Weep
Catch up with the sheep
It's a sacrilegious ceremony
New flavor of the week
Nothing's sacred in the faces of the soulless
(that you're made into)
You're raptured by a guilty stifle down
"And what I'll do
Is mess you up and lie to you"
Look at you
You know it's true
It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon
But I'm not coming
No