Hey Kid. I'm A Computer. Stop All The Downloading Lyrics - Fear Before The March Of Flames

On the count of three everybody over dose 

They're coming with forks and knives to eat us alive 

Victims in this cannibalistic human race or proprietors in this dog eat dog colonization? 

We sluts have fattened and ripened in these la castles 

We rust in the milk we've been fed. With moments left 

If we stick ourselves with syringes and scrape our lungs with dollar bills 

We can forge a roof that will hold us in and keep them out 

Inevitable that the same person that fatted us calves 

would now feed on the soft parts of our lower backs 

Rather than humble and take to our knees to the homely we proclaim 

You cannot buy love you cannot sell feelings 

Have at me with your most primitive touch 

Secretaries now make great lovers 

As do those we had never considered. To a burning empire 

We were meant to eat eachother. 

The sound of cracking bones shall be the music that plays us out