Video virgins dressed like whores
So sick and tired of being ignored
They only like it when he's mean
So wrapped up in his plastic scene
Leather and blood and chains all around
So turned on by that death-cult sound
They think he's the baddest seed
They think his blood is all they need
Expanding ranks, of our kind
Exploding in the deathbed of our minds
He's told us all that is true
He's put the wyrms inside of you