CREEP HOW

Full album coming October 13th , unmetal LYRICS: We built this circus called home on a dead mans breath So when its feeding time You better get in line And if your god demands that you jump to your death You better ask how high Dear lord, how high Go bury your heads in the sand Their lies are in high demand Keep buying brand after brand Yeah go ahead Tell me that I dont understand And slit your motherfucking wrists till you lose your hands Everybodys got blood on their hands So what the fuck makes you think that youre so clean Everybody just wants what they cant have So keep your eyes glued tight to your TV screen This is the real American Creepshow The main event youre all dying to see We make the innocent bleed Its what you all fucking need Thrill in horror as you clutch at the edge of your seats Laugh out loud as we feed our insatiable greed You want to make a nation desolate You gotta