Contagion

"Well I say, the less we have to do with fancy things we don't need, the better."
(Contagion)
[fading in] (Contagion, contagion, contagion, contagion)

[Verse 1]
Has nobody noticed our infection?
This slow and willing genocide?
Terminal sickness spreads
Through thoughts inside our heads
Our consciences under the knife

[Chorus]
Willing transmission of disease
Worship new deities
Contagion

[Verse 2]
We've all succumbed to misdirection
Lost in the concerns of our own lives
Sedated willingly
By our technology
Ignorant bliss until we die

[Chorus]
Willing transmission of disease
Worship new deities
Contagion

"We don't have to buy anything they make, do we?"
"Well I say, the less we have to do with fancy things we don't need, the better."

[Bridge]
(Contagion)
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[Verse 3]
Have we been sick since our inception?
Doomed to our own willing suicide?
And as we watch it spread
The living become dead
But never stop to question why

[Outro]
Contagion!
Contagion!
[fading in] (Contagion, contagion, contagion)
Sickness in disguise
Our contagion!
Open up our eyes
Our contagion!