| Please, watch your step, dear
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| The world is out to beat you
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| Don’t you know there’s cannibals?
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| Designed to kill and eat you
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| Your sister’s high on angel dust
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| And so’s your porno brother
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| And your phone knows more about you
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| Than your daddy or your mother
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| They’ll drive you to the edge
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| And they’ll leave you to die
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| Infected by the venom of their vicious, viral lies
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| It’s all lies
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| We’re dead flies
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| Priests and Parriahs
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| Disguised as holy guru
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| Practicing their montra
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| Of some cybernetic voodoo
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| And there’s always a messiah
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| Preaching mass disaster
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| Claiming that they’re Jesus or illuminated master
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| And they’ll drive you to the edge
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| And they’ll leave you to die
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| Infected by the venom of their vicious, viral lies
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| It’s all lies
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| We’re dead flies
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| It’s all lies
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| We’re dead flies
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| They’re gonna need your money
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| To relieve you of your stessing
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| They’ll take your wealth and fame
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| In exchange for the blessing
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| And they’ll kill you with their gospel
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| Full of psycho-babble vomit
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| When they make you drink the Kool-Aid
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| And you ride off on that comet
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| It’s all lies
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| We’re dead flies, yeah
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| It’s all lies
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| We’re nothing but dead flies |