Oh no now not again how?

You got me jumpin my skin old friend

You can't believe it you can't conceive it

Why would we want to do things different?



The whole scene is a setup to be so clean

The whole scene is a setup to mislead



You got the wrong ones, outnumber right ones

They ain't got enough ground to stand on

Where you lead them, they will follow

So fill them up with words that won't leave them hollow



You see the preacher slinging praises

He twist the truth into the most bent up phrases

A crooked creature in the light looks rattled

Becuz the hypocrites have got monster shadows



Ya'll sing the same old song

That's why we move it on