You, yeah you, yeah you. You got a cardboard cutout soul. Just a power-tripping, mind-raping, backstabbing junkie. Thinking your hype is true. . You, yeah you, yeah you.
Exterminate the laws of old. The sacred past begins to roll. . Oh, the denying of your death. Oh, the machines that must be fed. Parade of the dead. Parade of the dead, yeah.