Brand New Goldstein (Feat. T-Error Machinez)

Its the witching hour
Now watch the trial begin
A vulgar display of power
Cast off the shackles of original sin
Silver screen, oscar bait
Credit declined, they hate your voice
Casting couch, consent to rape
If you want fame, you have no choice

Turning fools into martyrs
Take one step, embrace the carnage
Testing purity of my conviction
It's all so fucking retarded
The chorus fall silent
White noise is sadistic
One death is a tragedy
Millions, just fucking statistics

It's going down
Burning the age of pericles
Circus for the clowns
More political kabuki
Burning to the ground
Tearing apart at the seams
All we need now
Is to suck off our brand new Goldstein
It's going down
Burning the age of pericles
Circus for the clowns
More political kabuki
Burning to the ground
Tearing apart at the seams
All we need now
Is to suck off our brand new Goldstein

Welcome to the age of fakes
People made of plastic and magazines
Walking on the red carpet
Treading on our broken dreams
Cash matters more than life
A disgrace to society
Polished faces, hollow eyes
Empty, vapid, little machines

Want for nothing and have it all
Dull my emotions, become a droid
Mount my head onto this throne
Protect my crown or be destroyed
I will step on my blood
Imitating what you think you are
A soul who sells itself
Can be another worthless star

It's going down
Burning the age of pericles
Circus for the clowns
More political kabuki
Burning to the ground
Tearing apart at the seams
All we need now
Is to suck off our brand new Goldstein
It's going down
Burning the age of pericles
Circus for the clowns
More political kabuki
Burning to the ground
Tearing apart at the seams
All we need now
Is to suck off our brand new Goldstein