The Great Deceiver - Running With Scissors lyrics

Oh, sweet drug of materialism Without you we would be lost Please simulate Our created needs Your opiate is a must Demand nothing Ordain nothing Regret nothing Into the caverns of envy The loss of the last sympathy Now give us the tools To destroy To ravage all personality Demand nothing Ordain nothing Regret nothing Nothing Not a word, not a deed Not a thought, not a need Not a doubt, not a trust Not a scorn, not a lust Not a hope, not a fear Not a smile, not a tear Not a name, not a face No time, no place We throw away our wealth Our blindfold And break this state of siege The weakness... When it gets too real It frightens me The darkness, blinding... No end to our brutality When it gets too real It frightens me When it gets too real It frightens me Demand nothing Ordain nothing Regret nothing Nothing Not a word, not a deed Not a thought, not a need Not a doubt, not a trust Not a scorn, not a lust Not a hope, not a fear Not a smile, not a tear Not a name, not a face No time, no place Determined to destroy All of your illusions Determined to destroy Determined... We relapse into the darkness We relapse into the void We relapse in to the darkness We relapse... The cancerous growth That is mankind Trapped within marble halls To gain we must grow As the present Is our everything and all Demand nothing Ordain nothing Regret nothing Nothing Not a word, not a deed Not a thought, not a need Not a doubt, not a trust Not a scorn, not a lust Not a hope, not a fear Not a smile, not a tear Not a name, not a face No time, no place