Из альбома: Manic Panic
Let me take you into the future!
Deep into a different time
Let me grip onto your face
and bring you to this new place
Super-social amphetamine
The queer tune of control
The panic disorder gripping
the entire race has a whole
Flesh is the fever of force
and its the sound without remorse
Rampant is the army of disease
that brings you to your knees!
You cant believe everything you hear
You cant believe everything you see
The conspiracys ever growing
and all you can believe in is me!
These are the things, the things to come
These are the things, the things to come