VERSE 1
Shave their heads down to their skulls
Shove a ball gag in their pie holes
Dress them in scrubs, all the same color
Drain their eyes of awe and wonder
Not a single word and no thoughts
Just hum the bars like lifeless robots
Sing the same song every night
Until they get the damn thing right
Choir of evil! Less
than real people!
Choir of
conformity! The true majority!
Choir of death!
Numbness in their heads!
Choir of evil!
Choir of evil!
VERSE 2
Those who believe will live another day
Others get beaten for going astray
Same clones, but different bruises
Flesh and teeth are what everyone loses
The only reward is a thumping heart
A pulse that doesn’t fly off the charts
The choir of evil is better off dead
Brains and tears melting in their heads
CHORUS
Choir of evil! Less than real people!
Choir of conformity! The true majority!
Choir of death! Numbness in their heads!
Choir of evil! Choir of evil!
VERSE 3
What’s the purpose? What’s it all for?
To get the cult ready for a holy war
Those who fight without question
Just might make it into heaven
Those who zig-zag just a little bit
Will rot in an underworld of fire and shit
There’s no way out except of your meat suit
Decaying shells grow the sweetest fruit
BRIDGE
They call these men deprogrammers
Debate you with unequaled grammar
Shatter your beliefs like a ball-peen hammer
Better than a lifetime in the county slammer
Shaking you, wake up, you son of a bitch
There’s a reason your family made them rich
Come home to the smell of ribeye steaks
Taste better than the gag that makes your jaw ache
FINAL LINES
Come home!
Come home!
Come home!
Tap out and it’ll all be over!
CULTIST SCREAMING
I GIVE UP!
