Aviators - Pop Cult Crucifixion lyrics

Culture of the righteous
A church of stolen souls
You built a network of the outrage
To further push your calloused goals
Wars won on the airwaves
Battles wage on the screen
It's like you're hungry for disaster
Just to be the first one on the scene

Now your ink is bleeding red
The headlines are going dead
You're spinning records
So you can spin the truth a little
To sell off what's in our heads
Keep the vultures well fed
You're playing checkers
With our ears stuck right in the middle

Built to feed the ego set to starve the mind
Diluted information
To sprinkle doubt into a lie
Dreams implied of riches
To make us greedy too
You called your message the messiah
And your crucifixion's coming soon

Now your ink is bleeding red
The headlines are going dead
You're spinning records
So you can spin the truth a little
To sell off what's in our heads
Keep the vultures well fed
You're playing checkers
With our ears stuck right in the middle

Think you can save us make me feel famous
Free from the dangerous all in my head
Feed on the end times rigging the headlines
Like we're a goldmine to be misled
It's time we test you let you confess to
Trying to rescue us from the truth
Fact versus fiction bloodthirsty visions
The crucifixion releasing our view

Pop cult crucifixion pop cult crucifixion
We need a pop cult crucifixion
Pop cult crucifixion

Now your ink is bleeding red (bleeding red)
The headlines are going dead (going dead)
You're spinning records
So you can spin the truth a little
To sell off what's in our heads
Keep the vultures well fed
You're playing checkers
With our ears stuck right in the middle

Pop cult crucifixion pop cult crucifixion
We need a pop cult crucifixion
Pop cult crucifixion