Aviators - Pop Cult Crucifixion lyrics
[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
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