Zero Hour Ritual by Terrorist Lipgloss Lyrics

Texting your soul
Into the hole
Fixated on a screen
With a fuck magazine
Dislocated lie believer
Hopeless sewage spewing
Lie conceiver
Memory erased
Breeding
Needing
What you believe you are
Is what you'll never be
Poisoning your mind
With the tv slime
Fucking in the head
You are the living dead
Believing everything
Within the magazines
Your waking dream
On your tv screen
It's zеro hour again