Lyrics
A naked cult of hypocrites, we ll keep walking separate ways
You probe us with your jealousy, don t need the smell of mission street Glow, computerized
And on your gravestone we will write, are the imbeciles ones you re fooling
and on your gravestone we will write
The only ones you re fooling, your fake representation Band, the band with glasses and hard looks
no one will be there for your rescue
And on your gravestone we will write, your fake representation
and on your gravestone we will write
your anger gives us the defeat
with fellow scum that worship you
again we meet
The crust elite, no one will be there for your rescue
are the imbeciles who think like you
Are the imbeciles who think like you, the band with glasses and hard looks Glow, has got you down in their black book
until someday
We ll keep walking separate ways, we ll keep walking separate ways
and on your gravestone we will write
the only ones you re fooling
Have your cake and eat it too, the band with glasses and hard looks
And on your gravestone we will write, you probe us with your jealousy
As we watch you fade away, we ll keep walking separate ways, and on your gravestone we will write
your anger gives us the defeat
your fake representation
Has got you down in their black book, you probe us with your jealousy
you probe us with your jealousy
Don t need the smell of mission street, you probe us with your jealousy The, your fake representation
Don t need the smell of mission street, shows right through your rotting skin Band, until someday
the band geek mafia all unite
No one will be there for your rescue, don t need the smell of mission street, and on your gravestone we will write
Your fake representation, computerized
As we watch you fade away, and on your gravestone we will write
Again we meet, a naked cult of hypocrites
your fake representation
Has got you down in their black book, with fellow scum that worship you, the only ones you re fooling
Your anger gives us the defeat, we ll keep walking separate ways
Your fake representation, the band with glasses and hard looks The, don t need the smell of mission street
as we watch you fade away
Don t need the smell of mission street, we ll keep walking separate ways
Your anger gives us the defeat, and on your gravestone we will write
with fellow scum that worship you
with fellow scum that worship you
has got you down in their black book
computerized
