I stand tall, smiling manically through a TV screen.
Static amidst the broadcast, what a wonderful scene.
Turn up the volume, I'm showing the death of a nation.
Stand up and yell, dance in formation.
I open my third eye, I can see it all.
Turn around and around, everyone will fall.
They watch with their eyes glued.
No matter what they do, they're all *******.
They sway two and fro.
A telecast promoting vertigo.
I raise a blade to my throat and sing a chorus.
Black chords all around like liquorice.
They stare hypnotised at the television show.
I cut my throat and blood starts to flow.
I open my third eye, I can see it all.
Turn around and around, everyone will fall.
The screen cuts to static. A washed out town.
For a mere moment, I was their king. I wore a crown.
I lay on the floor of the studio, bleeding out.
I hurt them all, my mind has no doubts.
But I smile and laugh, coughing up red.
Those ******* won't forget the things they said.
