National Breakdown

Bloodred ribbons, candymen and methadone
Allure suspicious wails, here comes the chant of drones
Cross the stars, I'm drunk with radiation
And all I need to see is just the bitter conclusion

What if the world's nothing more than a lie?
An holographic pool in which we wallow blind?
What if reality's nothing more than an obsession
Of a sick eerie fuck on the verge of submission?

What do you see? What do you feel?
Raise your head
Now the celebration has begun
What do you want? What do you breed?
Slash your flesh
Now the celebration has begun
It has begun

Liquid grins, glassy eyes, plastic bones
An army of fools in shiny uniforms
The monster parade goes on through the night
An horde on a leash, mass mental suicide

What's the world, only jewels and blood?
An endomorphic state in which we grow cold?
Fed with lies till the end of duration
I refuse to take part in your sick celebration

What do you see? What do you feel?
Raise your head
Now the celebration has begun
What do you want? What do you breed?
Slash your flesh
Now the celebration has, now the celebration has begun

Blind to reality spinning backwards
Forcefed with lies from the day we are born

What if the world's nothing more than a lie?
An holographic pool in which we wallow blind?
What if reality's nothing more than an obsession
Of a sick eerie fuck on the verge of submission?

What do you see? What do you feel?
Raise your head
Now the celebration has begun
What do you want? What do you breed?
Slash your flesh
Now the celebration has, now the celebration has begun