VERSE 1
Science fiction has always been fiction
Brainwashing rhetoric’s part of your diction
Looking like dorks in black slacks and ties
“Boys will be boys, we’re just one of the guys”
Dementia’s done less damage than your ethos
Stripping creativity from ordinary people
A cult of fanatics, that’s all that you are
I’ve heard better speeches from drunks at bars
CHORUS 1
Conga line of doom
Darkness in your room
Poison in your food
You’re the fanatics!
Permanent addicts!
VERSE 2
Leaving your sorry ass like an abusive husband
An army of puppets is what you’ve summoned
There’s nowhere for the escapees to retreat
Dead pets hollowed out and laying at their feet
CHORUS 2
Psychological rot
Void of deep thought
Never ever get caught
You’re the fanatics!
Bringers of madness!
BRIDGE
Just another million dollar check in your account
Your followers grow even bigger in amount
An army of zombies to do whatever you need
A dinner of flesh and bladed mouths to feed
VERSE 3
World domination is what you want the most
Who cares if the innocents end up as ghosts?
Who cares if we have to look over our shoulders?
Who cares if we have no chance of getting older?
Follow our asses all over the fucking planet
Even in outer space you have the advantage
Governments in your pocket, aliens by your side
Nowhere left to run and nowhere left to hide
CHORUS 3
Gossamers in your head
Rape victims in your bed
Your critics end up dead
You’re the fanatics!
Most dangerous faction!
One day you will fall
Hands against the wall
The right to one phone call
You’re the prisoners!
Good riddance, you sinners!
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