The Stephen Hawking

Say Anything
Watch you hit the stage like a willing bomb strapped to crippled children
It's hard to watch you whore out your damaged pride, I spit on what you're building
We rally in the bowels of a sweaty club, prepare for insurrections
And all the dead souls that you would control, were bound for resurrections
Your father was a lover and he left you there, in need of their attention
You fill his blank page with the brightest shame, the death of all invention
And you're the new Christ of what will suffice, the Satan to your savior
Sing it out loud if you don't believe, in lies and good behavior
If you're the sun I'm a black hole
If you're the sun I'm a black hole
Must be something in the way you burn that makes me lose control
If you're the sun I'm a black hole
I'm happy to report that the life insured, living it to ashes
Might have had a few but I grip the wheel, now I'm speeding past this
If you should approach with your blue and white, attempt to pull me over
I have a few words for the weak of heart, the solemn and the sober
If you're the sun I'm a black hole
If you're the sun I'm a black hole
There must be something in the way you burn, that makes me lose control
I'm the son of a black hole
Go!
Basking in the glow of a dying star,
Bowing down blind at the scum you are
Take a little second just to hear me out
Marching off a cliff like you're free of doubt
You're Jesus growing fat off of Roman gold
Moses making up the commandments told
Lot strapped tight to a stolen nuke
Elvis in a pool of his royal puke
You'll never be alive cause you sold your soul
(I don't even wanna take you home tonight)
You'll never be alive because you sold your soul, soul
You'll never be alive because you sold your soul
(I don't even wanna take you home tonight)
You'll never be alive because you sold your soul
Soul! (Soul!) Soul! (Soul!) Soul! (Soul!) Soul!
You'll bleed to feed, the demon in me
If you don't change your evil ways and end this peacefully
You'll bleed to feed, the demon in me
I beg you before you're digested, shred your legs and see
You'll bleed to feed, the demon in me
You won't curry favor with that flavor, curried tastefully
You'll bleed to feed, the demon in me
I'll swallow you and grind you up, and you will cease to be
You'll bleed
(I can't let this go with you)
You'll bleed
(I can't let this go with you)
You'll bleed to feed, the demon in me
(I can't let this go with you)
You'll bleed to feed, the demon in me
(I can't let this go with you)