Album: Belief Is the Death of Intelligence
Pathetic, ridiculous
Not a thought to be found
Not enough I.Q.
To go around
Dawn of the dumb
Gormless, ludicrous
Just a virus in shoes
Claiming independence
Being told what to choose
Dawn of the dumb
You’d take a faceful of cum everyday
If you were told it was good for your health
And when you find that last brain cell of yours
Use it to kill yourself