There is no lie you can tell that would astound me
You move your mouth just like machinery
I've been grinding my teeth for a thousand years
Teenage metal
Loud and clear
The factory radio stopped and stayed that way
The New York Times declared the news today
I've been grinding my teeth for a thousand years
Drones are droning in my ears
Jesus Christ walked on the waves we know
There was no place else for him to go
There was no place else to f*cking go