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I got a job pushing Abramelin
Targeting lost souls from an ice cream van
Scared of terrorists under the bed
Life is a dream when you're on sedatives
Sacrifice sex and magic
Self-centered ravings of a psychopathic
Reason is eclipsed by faith
Doctrine, guns, and chemical restraints
High priest
Nitro
Cult of fake
Propane
Nightmare
Cult of fake
Apathy control to Major Tom
Where have all the anarchists have gone?
Supreme truth, Heaven's a lifetime away
But I can reach Hell in under a day
If you're going to do it, leave something witchy
This is your dream, girl, start living it pretty
I get knowledge from the void above
Voodoo, devotion, and lotsa drugs
High priest
Nitro
Cult of fake
Propane
Nightmare
Cult of fake
High priest
Nitro
You're gonna make it in the cult of fake
Propane
Nightmare
Tragic fantastic in the cult of fake
Don't worry about the bomb no more
You don't need to worry about the bomb no more
Don't worry about the bomb no more
(You don't need to worry about the bomb no more)
Not suitable for mass production
In a pyramid of debt and frantic oblivion
Then something breaks and you're a monster
Now shut up and drink the poison
I got a job pushing Abramelin
Targeting lost souls from an ice cream van
Scared of terrorists under the bed
Life is a dream when you're on sedatives
High priest
Nitro
You're gonna make it in the cult of fake
Propane
Nightmare
Tragic fantastic in the cult of fake
High priest
Nitro
You're gonna make it in the cult of fake
Propane
Nightmare
(Make it, make it, make it, make it)
(Make it, make it, make it, make it)
(Make it)
(Make it)
(Make it)
(Make it)
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