"Well I say, the less we have to do with fancy things we don't need, the better." [fading in] (Contagion, contagion, contagion, contagion) [Verse 1] Has nobody noticed our infection? This slow and willing genocide? Terminal sickness spreads Through thoughts inside our heads Our consciences under the knife [Chorus] Willing transmission of disease Worship new deities Contagion [Verse 2] We've all succumbed to misdirection Lost in the concerns of our own lives Sedated willingly By our technology Ignorant bliss until we die [Chorus] Willing transmission of 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." (Contagion) [fading in] (Contagion, contagion, contagion) [Verse 3] 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 [Outro] Contagion! Contagion! [fading in] (Contagion, contagion, contagion) Sickness in disguise Our contagion! Open up our eyes Our contagion!