Famine or Disease

You've got a need to suffer

Prepare to duck and cover

It's coming to you

Words are unnecessary

When you are dead and buried

Does it matter to you?

You've got a need to suffer

Set fire to your lover

It's coming to you

No sense of precedent that

Hate is the evidence that

It all points to you

You can't view the shoreline from the sea

Now I wondered through the day

This fucking look upon my face

Blessed are the ones who help me on my way

Now you're better off dead

You've got a need to suffer

Set fire to your brother

It's coming to you

No sense of precedent that

Hate is the evidence that

It all points to you

You can't tell famine from disease

Now I wondered through the day

This fucking look upon my face

Blessed are the ones who help me on my way

Now you're better off dead

You turn it off 'cause it turns you on

We all burn up under the sun

We're looking for you, I said

We're looking for you

You turn it off 'cause it turns me on

We all burn up under the sun

We're looking for you, I said

We're fucking looking for you

What is wrong again?

What is wrong again?!

It's our chance to make you suffer!

We're looking for you

Now I wondered through the day

This fucking look upon my face

Blessed are the ones who help me on my way

Now you're better of dead, dead, dead