BANG!
Analysis of a pop culture cultist
Honey sweet idolatry of the purist
Each godling rotting on a pedestal
Their children gone feral
And their worshipers bent perpetual
Intellectual
Insulated by their own conviction
Righteous in the mirror of a single opinion
So vulnerable
With their backs turned
Stroking their reflection
Drowning in their vanity
Feels good to be a what, what, what, what
Nothings holy!
Feels good to be a what, what, what, what
That's man made
Feels good feels good to be a gangsta
Feels good, feels good
We are the ga ga ga ga uhh
Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta
Feels good, feels good
We are the
Guetto Blasphemer
And this is what you should fucking fear
Corruption
Of all you hold dear
And a world where nothing is as it appears
Locked away
in the darkes depths
possibilities
that they fear to contemplate
Where we reside
Forever with our eyes
looking on as they struggle
against the rising tide
And their I was, behind it all
in the shadows, in the cracks in the walls
under beds and inside their heads whispering
that the end is near
future obsidian
I feed on fear
Feels good to be a what, what, what, what
Nothings sacred
Feels good to be a what, what, what, what
I fucking refuse to try and fit in
Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta
Feels good, feels good
We are the ga ga ga ga uhh
Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta
Feels good, feels good
We are the
Guetto Blasphemer
And this is what you should fucking fear
Corruption
Of all you hold dear
And a world where nothing is as it appears
Bang!
Feels good to be a what, what, what, what
Nothings sacred
Feels good to be a what, what, what, what
I fucking refuse to try and fit in
Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta
Feels good, feels good
We are the ga ga ga ga uhh
Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta
Feels good, feels good
We are the
Guetto Blasphemer
And this is what you should fucking fear
Corruption
Of all you hold dear
And a world where nothing is as it appears