Fever Dream Entertainment

Lyrics

Be good to your children, they'll grow up to kill us all.
A generation of psychos with shotguns in shopping malls.
Don't go for the symptoms, go straight for the source.
The mind of a man is a merciless force.
Byproducts of civilization,
Bottom feeders of a powerful nation.
The bodies are dropping like flies in this place.
Our fate in the hands of a futureless race.
You can stake out the blood by the smell and the taste,
And the ones with the red in their eyes and on their face.
He dwells and he ponders, why can't he be just like them?
His mother regrets him, his life is an accident.
The plan is in motion, he can't hardly wait,
To punish the people who drove him to hate.
Coulda been avoided all along,
Now it's too late, the young man is too far gone.
The bodies are dropping like flies in this place.
Our fate in the hands of a futureless race.
You can stake out the blood by the smell and the taste,
And the ones with the red in their eyes and on their face.
Rot!
The bodies are dropping like flies in this place.
Our fate in the hands of a futureless race.
You can stake out the blood by the smell and the taste,
And the ones with the red in their eyes and on their face.