There's no buisness like the buisness of
Destroying all that you've ever loved
Selling trash to the bankrupt
Or shaking hands and spilling blood
It is the most modern of art
Put your hand over your heart
"i pledge allegence to the dark
The united states of amnesia"
Good mourning, america
Holy roman pop culture
Hold me close and keep me warm
The medium is the massacre
You bought it, we blew it
So put your heart into it
Distortion is truth
You bought it, we blew it
So put some art into it
The body count has just begun
And the dead are bored
With their afterlives
It's not like the brouchures
No heaven in sight
Well, the war is won at home
So i'm not picking up the phone
I'm locking myself in alone
And building verses out of bones
We are the noble dead
We suffer for art
And for god and country
Bury me face down
The body count has just begun
