Well, it’s a strange damn time if you’re looking for thrills
Cause if the drugs don’t get you then the process will
Living the trickle down little town’s all you’ve got
The gap’s bigger than ever from the have’s to have not’s
More tech could reinforce the project
But you’re all kept so physically break the concept
And if you want to show force just for the loot
Well it’s the same damn thing to be a prostitute
And when you sign on the line it becomes an abstract
Ghost hologram in the mirror grinning back
So I’m bringing the storm to the mass appeal
So just don’t park your car on the battlefield, in this
Cult of the idiots
Village of the damned
History isn’t working out as we planned
Anti-personality burned at the stake
Who’s responsible? Tear down the gates
We be burning like satellites
But yours stopped, your star’s dropped, you need what?
You see your needs keep coming so stand aside
Like a force nine saturnine, don’t be shy
You need to be seen in some magazine
You need more than any other generation has needed
You need more money, long haul money
To crank your drums in the land of the sun
You need to rock it hard rock a fleet of cars
You need to see your little star on the boulevard
Forget that, what you need to be is less whack
And keep your cheap shit plastic off my soundtrack
Warpath cloud base outsourced mandate
Post death rewards, points on the school wall
The penny dropped and the rig collapsed
Yeah I know, you’re scared and you want your life back
I’m saying money, in the
Cult of the idiots
Village of the damned
History isn’t working out as we planned
Anti-personality burned at the stake
Who’s responsible? Tear down the gates
Tear down the gates!
The contract is sealed
Pay for eternity down on the summit
You’re down on the deal
Traded the soul for a few dirty coins
You’re alone in the palace
Bathe in the light of the last dying sun
And you bathe in the sorrow
Not when the pyre is high with the bodies
They burn in the sorrow
Pay for eternity down on the summit
You’re down on the deal
Traded the soul for a few dirty coins
You’re alone in the palace
Bathe in the light of the last dying sun
And you bathe in the sorrow
Cult of the idiots
Village of the damned
History isn’t working out as we planned
Anti-personality burned at the stake
Who’s responsible? Tear down the gates