Stranded National Breakdown
Bloodred ribbons, candymen and methadone
Allure suspicious wails, here comes the chant of drones
Cross the stars I’m drunk with radiation
And all I need to see is just the bitter conclusion
What if the world’s nothing more than a lie
An holographic pool in which we wallow blind
What if reality’s nothing more than an obsession
Of a sick eerie f..ck on the verge of submission
What do you see?
What do you feel?
Raise your head
Now the celebration has begun
What do you want?
What do you breed?
Slash your flesh
Now the celebration has begun
Liquid grins, glassy eyes, plastic bones
An army of fools in shiny uniforms
The monster parade goes on through the night
An horde on a leash, mass mental suicide
What’s the world, only jewels and blood?
An endomorphic state in which we grow cold
Fed with lies till the end of duration
I refuse to take part in your sick celebration
Blind to reality spinning backwards
Forcefed with lies from the day we are born
