.Anchormen spike their blood, wear masks of mud
Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes
And so no one would know how tired they've grown
Of talking and telling their lies
While your TV's change stations, scroll messages
Victims and Christians both drinking blood
And they'll pray .
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