Witch Village - Senser

Well it’s a strange damn time if you’re looking for thrills

Cause if the drugs don’t get you then the process will

Living the trickle down little town’s all you’ve got

The gap’s bigger than ever from the have’s to have not’s

More tech could reinforce the project

But you’re all kept so physically break the concept

And if you want to show force just for the loot

Well it’s the same damn thing to be a prostitute

And when you sign on the line it becomes an abstract

A ghost hologram in the mirror grinning back

So i’m bringing the storm to the mass appeal

So just don’t park your car on the battlefield

In this cult of the idiots

village of the damned

history isn’t working out as we planned

Anti personality burned at the stake

Who’s responsible?

Tear down the gates

We be burning like satellites

But your’s stopped, your star’s dropped

You need what?

You see your needs keep coming so stand aside

Like a force nine saturnine, don’t be shy

You want to be seen in some magazine

You need more than any other generation has needed

You need more money, long haul money

To crank your drums in the land of the sun

You want to rock it hard rock a fleet of cars

You want to see your little star on the boulevard

Forget that, what you need to be is less whack

And keep your cheap shit plastic off my soundtrack

Warpath cloud base outsourced mandate

Post death rewards, points on the school wall

The penny dropped and the rig collapsed

Yeah i know, you’re scared and you want your life back

I’m saying money

In this cult of the idiots

village of the damned

history isn’t working out as we planned

Anti personality burned at the stake

Who’s responsible?

Tear down the gates

The contract is sealed

Pay for eternity down on the summit you’re down on the deal

Traded the soul for a few dirty coins, you’re alone in the palace

Not while the pyre is high with the bodies and nothing is real

Bathe in the light of the last dying sun and you bathe in the sorrow

Pay for eternity down on the summit you’re down on the deal

Traded the soul for a few dirty coins, you’re alone in the palace

Bathe in the light of the last dying sun and you bathe in the sorrow

In this cult of the idiots

village of the damned

history isn’t working out as we planned

Anti personality burned at the stake

Who’s responsible?

Tear down the gates