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Texty: Bloodsimple. Dark Helmet.

The world's fucked up and we lit the fuse
It's all used up, whatcha gonna do?
There's a devil in the desert, there's a devil in the TV
There's a devil in the mirror, it's fuckin' with me

Turn the fuck around and you get your fuckin' face split
Turn the fuck around and you get your fuckin' face split
Turn the fuck around and you get your fuckin' face split
Motherfucker

The worlds will collide, a fire from the sky
The afterlife will await you

The man on the TV is all you need to see
Well, freedom is our message but money is the key
Media is a weapon, selling fear deception
Painting propaganda and disbelief

Load another round and cut the fucker down
Load another round and cut the fucker down
Load another round and cut the fucker down
Load another fuckin' round

The worlds will collide, a fire from the sky
The afterlife awaits you
The worlds will collide, a fire from the sky
The afterlife awaits you

Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Murder, murder
Murder, murder

Keep the public busy so they'll never see
Keep them so busy they're full of greed
Never ask a question and never ask why
Ship them to the desert now watch them die

Turn the fuck around and you get your fuckin' head split
Turn the fuck around and you get your fuckin' head
Turn the fuck around and you get your fuckin' head split
Motherfucker

Worlds will collide, a fire from the sky
The afterlife awaits you
Worlds will collide, a fire from the sky
The afterlife awaits you

Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder