We’re gonna take your cities one by one
We’re gonna make your light a living hell
Night is in the way of progress
Like it all you want, it’s fruitless
The one who murders most will take it all
Every time you turn around your soul gets sold
Everyone was messaging, like it was going out of style
When the war is over, you can read the paper
Wire cutters of the world, you know what to use it for
When they keep on changing who our mother is?
Everybody join in the magnificence
Fight it all you want, it’s useless
How can they complain that we’re all fucked up kids
It was just the cynic in me, God, I love communicating
Retinas are bleeding for the enterprise
I just hate the shit we’re missing
'Coz stripped of your equipment, you’ll be forced to face yourself
Night is in the way of progress
Surgically wired into paradise
Spread the word to all the tightrope walker boys and girls
Brace yourself for miracles, you’re in for a nasty shock
Cut your cables, cut your cords and spoil all your fun
Yesterday I dropped in at the MKB
And they merger and they merger, they murder and they murder
To the highest bidder, then they turn around and merger
Yes, everything is absolutely making sense
