Psyclon nine Parasitic

Fetid simulation
Of this wretched congregation
Disciples of the fallen and the heretic will rise

Narcissistic nation
Severed tongues of blind dictation
The serpent spoke this unto me through gilded light and lunacy

Taste the fury
That feed the devils inside
Fueled by torment,
Sin, sex, sickness and pride

Parasite submission
Parasitic condition
Parasite slave culture
Parasite it's over

Well there goes my girl
Into the chapel
Now she's walking down the aisle
And it feels just like a mile

And I shake shake shake like a leaf
And I'm lyin' lyin' lyin' through my teeth
I got a pocket full of handshakes
And it don't mean nothin'

There goes my girl
Into the chapel
Now she's walking down the aisle
And her man begins to smile

And I shake shake shake like a leaf
And I'm lyin' lyin' lyin' through my teeth
I'm a bowl of bruised fruit
Inside a chapel of shiny apples

Tear up the photograph!
Cause it's a brand new sky
Tear up the photograph!
Cause it's a bright blue sky

Tear up the photograph!
Cause it's a bright blue sky
Tear up the photograph!
Cause it's a bright blue sky

It's just a bright blue sky
It's just a bright blue sky