I exclude light and wash my hands of you By larger being devoured Leaving only me to improve Weep Don't fucking weep Your weak eyes cry tears of the week Weep Catch up with the sheep It's a sacrilegious ceremony New flavor of the week Nothing's sacred in the faces of the soulless (That you're made into) You're raptured by a guilty stifle down And what I'll do is mess you up and lie to you Look at you, you know it's true It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon But I'm not coming, no