Hysteria is rampant, inside it lies.
It feeds, and grows, inside your eyes.
The air, it forces, between the deep.
The hand of God is touching me.
Less vacation, fornication.
The noise, the noise and fear.
Where, where do we go from here?
Too much sin, and tears,
Drawing us to this naked paradise.
Keep pace with them will make you sin.
Fragile brush, and evil grin.
Excessive surveillance, your camera's clear.
Under the soil, never spoils.
So clear, so frail, try to exhale.
Despise the moment, to no avail.
So clear, so frail, try to exhale.
Despise the moment, to no avail.
The noise, the noise and fear.
Where, where do we go from here?
Too much sin, and tears,
Drawing us to this naked paradise.
Less vacation, fornication.
Stand Back, Reload
Aim your gun
The shooting gallery has begun
Stand Back, Reload
Aim your gun
The shooting gallery has begun
The noise, the noise and fear.
Where, where do we go from here?
Too much sin, and tears,
Drawing us to this naked paradise.