Dread 2017, 18

Air horn age

Age of horn blowing

Mental corkscrew

Starwipe to gloom

Pulling cork, snoring out all day

Woke up in the stadium district

Here is the thing, here is the thing

Hey, well now later the hour

Now you know innovative thievery in parking structures

Landing least of the horrors

Least of the horrors

At least they are well lit, well

Here is the thing, here is the thing

Old billionaire dead, buried in his hair shirt

New face loves surveillance, comic sans, parroting an ape

Here is the thing, here is the thing

From foot to gut

Come on stone, quicken stone

Pass through, pass without pain

Take everything, reach rock roll, reach rock roll

Pass through silent

put shiny bezoars fresh in the pot for sales

From an old goat, and the gut

Here is the thing, here is the thing

And it will be with you for the rest of your life

It lives in your home

Under roof and floor, every room

In the ground

In the day

In the grind of the day

It grows fat off your fear

And it will be with you for the rest of your life

Here is the thing, there is the thing

It makes you choose between necessity and health

Anything can do what you do

It drops like dung both poverty and wealth

Giggling and gagging

False test

Time to pull the profits from their chest

Here is the thing, here is the thing