Here come the man with the badge and the blue gun He got the bullet Slow ya down He got the bullet-time He got the red Red light flash Gotchu on the run On the ground Slow it down, got to, got to slow it down This town mine it's for me a for-me-town Me ground, my ground, a for-me-ground Watch yourself, better keep your head down Better keep your head down Better keep your head down My life My world I'll let you live for a while My smile My life I'll let you live for a while Well, I drove my car right into a house No, that's a tree Same difference to me If it's made of wood we're cutting it down Build a fucking town Then burn it to the ground It's an autociety Everything's for me and me I'm the center can't you see It's an autociety Here comes the chump with the bike and the backpack Motherfucker buys his gas off the suit rack You can tell he's a real low-class act Burn your head down and start again from scratch We belong to the autociety We belong to the autociety We belong A wiser man once stood on my shoulders A wiser man once slept in my bed A wiser man, a wiser man once said A wiser man once stood on my shoulders A wiser man once slept in my bed A wiser man once stood on my shoulders And said We belong to the autociety We belong to the undead We belong to the autociety I'm dead I'm dead We're dead A wiser man once stood on my shoulders A wiser man once slept in my bed A wiser man A wiser man once said I'm dead We belong to the autociety We belong to the undead We belong to the autociety I'm dead We're dead We belong to the autociety We belong to the undead We belong to the autociety We're dead I'm dead We're dead We belong to the autociety We belong to the undead We belong to the autociety I'm dead

Don't talk Don't talk Don't talk Don't talk Don't talk It's pathologic Don't think Don't think Don't think Don't think Don't think It's pathologic The written word is the path to logic It's pathologic The path to logic The written word is the path to logic It's pathologic I'm artificial You're artificial It's artificial but we think that it's real And I'm a fake But you're a phony It's all fake but we think that it's real I'm superficial You're superficial It's official we're super real It's pathologic Our path to logic The path to logic's pathologically real We pierced the veil We took the knowledge We made a deal with the queen of the dead Our Ignorance is now begotten We broke our deal with the queen of the damned and now we're gone The time it takes The time it took The time ya make you can't make anymore Now it's cannon It fits the lore The path to logic lies dead on the floor We pierced the veil We took the knowledge We made a deal with the queen of the dead What we know is now forsaken We broke our deal with the queen of the damned and now we're gone Now I got the carbrain Gonna drive in the fast lane Join the race Join the suiciety Cause I like the way you lie to me Oh, hit the highway Feel the roadrage We made a deal with the queen of the dead We pierced the veil We took the knowledge We broke our deal with the queen and now we're damned