I exude light and wash my hands of you By larger being devoured Leaving only me to improve Weep Don't fucking weep Your weak eyes cry tears of the meek You're expectant to the Bible Fiending all the foes in middle Don't you see in the mirror that You're the selfish shit Shot glass seems to hug your soul There's no point to grow You don't have time to explore You're already broke Weep Weep Don't fucking weep Your weak eyes cry tears of the meek Weep Catch up with the sheep It's a sacrilegious ceremony New flavor of the week Nothing's sacred in the faces of the Soulless that you're made into Soulless that you're made into Soulless that you're made into You're raptured by a guilty stifle down You're raptured by a guilty stifle down I wash my hands of you And what I'll do is mess you up and lie to you Look at you, you know it's true It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon But I'm not coming No