Y.K.E.D.A

Do you know tomorrow is made of lies?
Take a sip of truth before they read your rights, tonight
Think you’ve got the answers?
They made 'em up, made you clean enough for the Neo-Christ
Well, Isn’t that nice?
They talked about the deities
And the sacrificial obscurities
For the sake of life
Do you find the rationale divine?
Make a pentagram for the God of light
You know everybody dies alone
You know everybody dies alone
You know that they’re using mind control
You know everybody dies alone
Lead a life luxurious, then they took it all
Make a new living as a Succubus, void of lust
They’ll tell you what pleasure is
If your leisure time’s spent drinking wine
Being such a lush, there’s no rush
Aliens form pickett lines
For their wicked shrines
Cast in plastic beneath a retail sign
Do you find the rationale divine?
Burn it to the ground for the God of light
You know everybody dies alone
You know everybody dies alone
You know that they’re using mind control
You know everybody dies alone
You know everybody dies alone
You know everybody dies alone
You know that they’re using mind control
You know everybody dies alone