The coming winter's said to be the coldest / and legend has it six planets align this night on the solstice /
now it's natural phenomena of biblical proportion / that lesser men would kill for the power to go to war with /
that's why when I step up to the pulpit / I'm backed by the choir that sings hellfire down on the cultists /
to lead an exodus on a scale never before seen / to wipe slates clean and slice marionette strings /
Cause man plans, God laughs, so man falls back, the backup plan: outhoard the rest of the pack /
with jewel-encrusted golden goblets in the vault, lethal injection in the veins / larceny and oxycontin on the brain /
medicine for the debit card and franklins for the pain / supersize that orange bottle cause that's how he make it rain /
no name, no gold chain / no change in his food chain place /
for every paygrade raise / or lane change, but he's honored to be rhetorical fodder when the statement's made, dropping his namesake /
the mainstage feautures the middlemen but the horse's mouth is bridled / so auction off your worship and watch them fight for the title /
until every anecdote or buzzfeed article's a bible / who needs God or carnal sins when every object's an idol /
we'll never know if the forbidden apple was laced / but ain't no aphrodisiac like the impending end of the human race

We kill the cancer, inciting the noise
Of our fellow peers, the first to see
How we can rejoice

Wanna see a real glitch in the matrix? / Watch a monument erected in the name of blood and entertainment /
every seat in the stadium was taken, every pew in every church / grab the popcorn, we want the bad news first /
You had me at death / so wire me a travesty with all the pathos of the latest 100,000 tragedies /
present it as a spectator sport for my scatter-brained imaginings / and kill me with the maddening suspense /
I said let's get it fucking happening / no rest as long as there's still something left to refer to in present tense /
just place your cash bets on this crash test / dummy and see if he reaches martyrdom before they bash heads /
and as he takes his last breath / all I can think is who I can vote for to ensure it happens again /
Cause there's a sickly violent zen, a contentment in a sense / to see your every senseless act sensibly justified by talking heads /
as if the current state of affairs was definitive / when every day the word terrorist got a new synonym /
but only in instances of alien invaders / save us Mr. Doctor Professor Colonel Lieutenant Major /
Cause our freedom's why they hate us, so do us all a favor / free them and leave a brand new enslavement reinstated /
we'll never know if Sodom and Gomorrah deserved it / but what we can do is follow suit and burn it

We kill the cancer, inciting the noise
Of our fellow peers, the first to see
How we can rejoice