Pop Cult Crucifixion - Aviators

Culture of the righteous

A church of stolen souls

You built a network of the outrage

To further push your calloused goals

Wars won on the airwaves

Battles wage on the screen

It’s like you’re hungry for disaster

Just to be the first one on the scene

Now your ink is bleeding red

The headlines are going dead

You’re spinning records

So you can spin the truth a little

To sell off what’s in our heads

Keep the vultures well fed

You’re playing checkers

With our ears stuck right in the middle

Built to feed the ego

Set to starve the mind

Diluted information

To sprinkle doubt into a lie

Dreams implied of riches

To make us greedy too

You called your message the messiah

And your crucifixion’s coming soon

Now your ink is bleeding red

The headlines are going dead

You’re spinning records

So you can spin the truth a little

To sell off what’s in our heads

Keep the vultures well fed

You’re playing checkers

With our ears stuck right in the middle

Think you can save us

Make me feel famous

Free from the dangerous

All in my head

Feed on the end times

Rigging the headlines

Like we’re a goldmine

To be misled

It’s time we test you

Let you confess to

Trying to rescue

Us from the truth

Fact versus fiction

Bloodthirsty visions

The crucifixion

Releasing our view

Pop cult crucifixion

Pop cult crucifixion

We need a pop cult crucifixion

Pop cult crucifixion

Now your ink is bleeding red (bleeding red)

The headlines are going dead (going dead)

You’re spinning records

So you can spin the truth a little

To sell off what’s in our heads

Keep the vultures well fed

You’re playing checkers

With our ears stuck right in the middle

Pop cult crucifixion

Pop cult crucifixion

We need a pop cult crucifixion

Pop cult crucifixion