Текст песни Pop Cult Crucifixion - Aviators

Culture of the righteous
A church of stolen souls
You built a network of the outrage
To further push your calloused goals
Wars won on the airwaves
Battles wage on the screen
It's like you're hungry for disaster
Just to be the first one on the scene
Now your ink is bleeding red
The headlines are going dead
You're spinning records
So you can spin the truth a little
To sell off what's in our heads
Keep the vultures well fed
You're playing checkers
With our ears stuck right in the middle
Built to feed the ego
Set to starve the mind
Diluted information
To sprinkle doubt into a lie
Dreams implied of riches
To make us greedy too
You called your message the messiah
And the crucifixion's coming soon
Now your ink is bleeding red
The headlines are going dead
You're spinning records
So you can spin the truth a little
To sell off what's in our heads
Keep the vultures well fed
You're playing checkers
With our ears stuck right in the middle
Think you can save us
Make me feel famous
Free from the dangerous
All in my head
Feed on the end times
Rigging the headlines
Like we're a goldmine
To be misled
It's time we test you
Let you confess to
Trying to rescue
Us from the truth
Fact versus fiction
Bloodthirsty visions
The crucifixion
Releasing our view
Pop cult crucifixion
Pop cult crucifixion
We need a pop cult crucifixion
Pop cult crucifixion
Now your ink is bleeding red
The headlines are going dead
You're spinning records
So you can spin the truth a little
To sell off what's in our heads
Keep the vultures well fed
You're playing checkers
With our ears stuck right in the middle
Pop cult crucifixion
Pop cult crucifixion
We need a pop cult crucifixion
Pop cult crucifixion