Sex, Money, Violence

Une in bleed through
Eat up the meal we feed to you

The flies will fill his eyes
With the eggs which will hatch
In the mind and make sin
He feeds on the glowing lies
That are plucked
From the wires and the pipes
Beneath him
He knows the sky is falling
But he don't give a fuck
Cause it don't concern him
He only wants to be a part
Of something that is undead
The rays of light from the dirty box
Give him a place to lay his head

Sex, money, violence
And occasionally pain
Pumpin' through our brains
And it's drivin' us insane
Sex, money, violence
And occasionally pain

If it's alive, nobody cares
But if it dies we eat it
If it feels good, you'll go to Hell
But if it hurts it's still sin
His emotions aren't his own
They're made of dirt and plastic
He thinks he is a God
But his kingdom
is made of shit

Sex, money, violence
And occasionally pain
Pumpin' through our brains
And it's drivin' us insane
Sex, money, violence
And occasionally pain

Tune in bleed through
Eat up the meal we feed to you