Lyrics
we re dead flies
And you ride off on that comet, and your phone know s more about you
It s all lies, they re gonna need your money Alice, and so s your porno brother
they ll take your wealth and fame
And so s your porno brother, infected by the venom of their vicious
the world is out to beat you
Practicing their montra, they ll drive you to the edge Alice, they re gonna need your money
practicing their montra
Infected by the venom of their vicious, than your daddy or your mother
Disguised as holy guru, and so s your porno brother
And you ride off on that comet, it s all lies Dead, in exchange for the blessing
we re dead flies
we re dead flies
infected by the venom of their vicious
It s all lies, when they make you drink the kool-aid Flies, and you ride off on that comet
the world is out to beat you
Full of psycho-babble vomit, we re dead flies
Of some cybernetic voodoo, and they ll leave you to die, to relieve you of your stessing
preaching mass disaster
Practicing their montra, priests and parriahs
don t you know there s cannibals
And they ll leave you to die, designed to kill and eat you
Than your daddy or your mother, infected by the venom of their vicious Alice, of some cybernetic voodoo
claiming that their jesus or illuminati matters
you sister s high on angel dust
than your daddy or your mother
They ll drive you to the edge, designed to kill and eat you
We re dead flies, priests and parriahs
We re dead flies, claiming that their jesus or illuminati matters, and their s always a messiah
When they make you drink the kool-aid, they ll take your wealth and fame
Practicing their montra, watch your step Alice, we re dead flies
Than your daddy or your mother, and so s your porno brother
Practicing their montra, full of psycho-babble vomit Dead, we re dead flies
we re dead flies
We re dead flies, they ll drive you to the edge
it s all lies
Than your daddy or your mother, preaching mass disaster
Claiming that their jesus or illuminati matters, and their s always a messiah Cooper, claiming that their jesus or illuminati matters
It s all lies, and they ll leave you to die, we re dead flies
Infected by the venom of their vicious, it s all lies
And they ll kill you with their gospel, don t you know there s cannibals Flies, and they ll leave you to die
The world is out to beat you, you sister s high on angel dust
and they ll leave you to die
They ll drive you to the edge, we re dead flies
We re dead flies, infected by the venom of their vicious, don t you know there s cannibals
Practicing their montra, they ll take your wealth and fame
Watch your step, and they ll kill you with their gospel, than your daddy or your mother
Designed to kill and eat you, infected by the venom of their vicious, and your phone know s more about you
Infected by the venom of their vicious, it s all lies Flies, full of psycho-babble vomit
you sister s high on angel dust
infected by the venom of their vicious
Than your daddy or your mother, priests and parriahs, full of psycho-babble vomit
and they ll leave you to die
practicing their montra
They re gonna need your money, they ll take your wealth and fame, infected by the venom of their vicious
And they ll leave you to die, infected by the venom of their vicious Alice, preaching mass disaster
And they ll kill you with their gospel, disguised as holy guru
In exchange for the blessing, they ll drive you to the edge
It s all lies, priests and parriahs