Testo Hysteria

Keep running away
Keep talking about
Keep yourself inside
Stay with your device.
You cannot fathom
The constant danger
It's all around you
Don't move. Information bleeds into your space.
Till all you see is blood and all you feel is hate.
It's coming towards you.
Share it to the masses continue the cycle.
It's like air to the flame.
We link and sustain
The hysteria.
Look at those dead bodies rise.
We circle them like flies
The air is pungent and ripe.
Can you feel the fucking death.
It's sick and it's twisted.
Can you feel the fucking death?
It keeps us in vision.
We need distractions just to get us thru the day maybe now we have something; we have something to sing along to. Clear the way they have a job to do
A cowering slave is an obedient fool.
Plug in remove your will to the 24/7 hysteria reel.
Fucking plug in.
We need distractions just to get us thru the day.
Maybe now we have something, we have something to sing along to.
We need reactions to be sacred and afraid.
Maybe now we have something we something. We have something to keep the March to.