Song 4 U

Mind control, follow the program.
Nevermind the fragment under your skin.
Please answer our questions of consuming.
What are you into? Sex, drugs, basketball?

Enemies in the, very end the brain tube,
waiting to get piece of your sick mind.
Hypocrites on a pedestal of power
waiting to get piece of your soul.

Six feet under,
you long to be.
Becoming thunder,
no place to be, yeah.

Hordes growing asunder,
loose cannons on a loose.
Fixations on a leash.
It's time to burn the priest.

Frustrated, in this generic sound,
amputated, trying to fill the hole.
Fixaded, sex, drugs, rock'n roll.
Cascaded, piss, fuck, cunt, growl.

Six feet under,
you long to be.
Becoming thunder,
no place to be, yeah.

Hordes growing asunder,
loose cannons on a loose.
Fixations on a leash.
It's time to burn the priest.

Masquerade, dance of the most sinister kind.
Amputaded, pealed flesh to fill the hole.
Fixaded, sex, drugs, rock'n roll.
Cascaded, piss, fuck, cunt, grow.

Sex, drugs, rock'n roll.
Piss, fuck, cunt, growl.

I just try to fill the hole.
Everyone just trying to fill the hole.