Lyrics Flesh is the Fever - The Horrorist

Flesh is the Fever

Let me take you into the future!
Deep into a different time
Let me grip onto your face…
And bring you to this new place
Super-social amphetamine
The queer tune of control
The panic disorder gripping…
The entire race has a whole
Flesh is the fever of force…
And its the sound without remorse
Rampant is the army of disease…
That brings you to your knees!
You can’t believe everything you hear
You can’t believe everything you see
The conspiracys ever growing…
And all you can believe in is me!
These are the things, the things to come
These are the things, the things to come