National Breakdown

Bloodred ribbons, candymen and methadone

Allure suspicious wails, here comes the chant of drones

Cross the stars, I'm drunk with radiation

And all I need to see is just the bitter conclusion

What if the world's nothing more than a lie?

An holographic pool in which we wallow blind?

What if reality's nothing more than an obsession

Of a sick eerie fuck on the verge of submission?

What do you see? What do you feel?

Raise your head

Now the celebration has begun

What do you want? What do you breed?

Slash your flesh

Now the celebration has begun

It has begun

Liquid grins, glassy eyes, plastic bones

An army of fools in shiny uniforms

The monster parade goes on through the night

An horde on a leash, mass mental suicide

What's the world, only jewels and blood?

An endomorphic state in which we grow cold?

Fed with lies till the end of duration

I refuse to take part in your sick celebration

What do you see? What do you feel?

Raise your head

Now the celebration has begun

What do you want? What do you breed?

Slash your flesh

Now the celebration has, now the celebration has begun

Blind to reality spinning backwards

Forcefed with lies from the day we are born

What if the world's nothing more than a lie?

An holographic pool in which we wallow blind?

What if reality's nothing more than an obsession

Of a sick eerie fuck on the verge of submission?

What do you see? What do you feel?

Raise your head

Now the celebration has begun

What do you want? What do you breed?

Slash your flesh

Now the celebration has, now the celebration has begun