Don't fucking weep
It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon
(That you're made into)
Your weak eyes cry tears of the week
You're raptured by a guilty stifle down
Catch up with the sheep
New flavor of the week
Weep
It's a sacrilegious ceremony
Look at you, you know it's true
Leaving only me to improve
And what I'll do is mess you up and lie to you
Weep
Nothing's sacred in the faces of the soulless