The last collectable collective notion before the poison kicked in:
History loves it's leaders. History loves when you coddle it's children
Achy-breaky
Father, you're a natural. A walking dead man documentary
Your victims and your friends all followed you here
They were all the same, and they became a part of you
Wait a minute before we leave, cause I've got something to tell you
Wait a minute before we leave, cause I've got something to show you
Wait a minute before we leave, cause I've got something to ask you
Wait a minute before we leave. Are we really escaping?
Every day I need things
We'll erase you, Mr. Jones
I'm a link in your chain
We'll enslave you, Mr. Jones
Every little thought I ever knew is being shaved away
Every ounce of our humanity is mixed in flavor-aide
We are pencil. You are ink
Graphite will grovel. History loves when you eat kids
Extract the weak genes
Tom Jones, Jim Jones, Grace Jones, Indiana Jones
Did you notice all the children dying? Did you notice all the failed escape?
Do you remember what the battle was? Lastly, have you won or have you lost?
Did you panic when it all came down? Were you attempting to preserve the crown?
In the end, was it only you around and the others didn't matter?
Or did the weaker links snap you like a pen? The ink has been splattered
Wait a minute before we leave, because I'm having some second thoughts
*this song is a tribute to the victims of the Jonestown Ma**acre, and/or similar tragedies