The world that we were after
Is nowhere near
Where pets attack their masters
Breaking their chains of fear
I guess that I've shown little
Spirit myself
The natural enemy of people
Are people themselves
If we go down we go down in grand style
Let's dress up for the carnival
There's no escape while the gods we created
Are raging beyond control
If we go down we go down in grand style
Let's dress up for the funeral
Unless we confess that our minds are possessed
There's no way to regain control
Here comes the new messiah
Chronically ill
Instead of taking me higher
He gives me a chill
One thing I know for certain
He's gonna fall
Watch him stumble beneath the burden
Of saving us all
If we go down we go down in grand style
Let's dress up for the carnival
There's no escape while the gods we created
Are raging beyond control
If we go down we go down in grand style
Let's dress up for the funeral
Unless we confess that our minds are possessed
There's no way to regain control.
