Lyrics The Acacia Strain

The Acacia Strain

The Hills Have Eyes

I can’t take your fucking faces

Cut one head off

Two grow in its place

The laughter and self worth,

Walking garbage all alone on the earth

Now you’re a Christian

Now she’s a beauty queen

I hope you die together

Your lives are jokes to me

You are not a hero,

You are not a martyr

If I believed in god

I would call you the antichrist

You are not a hero,

You are not a martyr

The hills have eyes

Your life is a lie

The hills have eyes

Your life is a lie

The world will celebrate your fall from grace

Half the world wants to spit in your face

The world will celebrate your fall from grace

Half the world wants to spit in your face

You’re not a 10

You’re 5 plus 20 grand.

Paris fucking Hilton wants you dead

Enough said

Now you’re a Christian

Now she’s a beauty queen

I hope you die together

Your lives are jokes to me

The hills have eyes

Your life is a lie

The hills have eyes

Your life is a lie

The hills have eyes

Your life is a lie