"Well I say the less we have to do
With fancy things we don't need, the better"
Has nobody noticed our infection?
This slow and willing genocide
Terminal sickness spreads through thoughts inside our heads
Our consciousness under the knife
Willing transmission of disease
Worship new deities, contagion
We've all succumbed to misdirection
Lost in the concerns of our own lives
Sedated willingly by our technology
Ignorant bliss until we die
Willing transmission of disease (Disease)
Worship new deities, contagion
"We don't have to buy anything they make, do we?
Well I say the less we have to do
With fancy things we don't need, the better"
Have we been sick since our inception?
Doomed to our own willing suicide?
And as we watch it spread, the living become dead
But never stop to question why
Contagion
Contagion
Sickness in disguise, our contagion
Open up our eyes, our contagion
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