Pop Cult Crucifixion

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[Verse 1] Culture of the righteous A church of stolen souls You built a network of the outrage To further push your calloused goals Wars won on the airwaves Battles wage on the screen It's like you're hungry for disaster Just to be the first one on the scene [Chorus] Now your ink is bleedin' red The headlines are goin' dead You're spinnin' records So you can spin the truth a little To sell off what's in our heads Keep the vultures well fed You're playin' checkers With our ears stuck right in the middle [Verse 2] Built to feed the ego Set to starve the mind Diluted information To sprinkle doubt into a lie Dreams implied of riches To make us greedy too You called your message the messiah And your crucifixion's coming soon [Chorus] Now your ink is bleedin' red The headlines are goin' dead You're spinnin' records So you can spin the truth a little To sell off what's in our heads Keep the vultures well fed You're playin' checkers With our ears stuck right in the middle [Bridge] Think you can save us? Make me feel famous Free from the dangerous all in my head Feed on the end times, riggin' the headlines Like we're a goldmine to be misled It's time we test you, let you confess to Trying to rescue us from the truth Fact versus fiction, bloodthirsty visions The crucifixion releasing our view [Pre-Chorus] Pop-cult crucifixion Pop-cult crucifixion We need a pop-cult crucifixion Pop-cult crucifixion [Chorus] Now your ink is bleedin' red (Bleedin' red) The headlines are goin' dead (Goin' dead) You're spinnin' records So you can spin the truth a little To sell off what's in our heads Keep the vultures well fed You're playin' checkers With our ears stuck right in the middle [Outro] Pop-cult crucifixion Pop-cult crucifixion We need a pop-cult crucifixion Pop cult-crucifixion
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