Text: The Acacia Strain. The Hills Have Eyes.

I can't take your fucking faces
Cut one head off, two grow in its place
The laughter and self worth, walking garbage all alone on the earth
Now you're a Christian, now she's a beauty queen
I hope you die together, your lives are jokes to me
You are not a hero, you are not a martyr
If I believed in God, I would call you the Antichrist
You are not a hero, you are not a martyr
The hills have eyes, your life is a lie
The hills have eyes, your life is a lie
The world will celebrate your fall from grace
Half the world wants to spit in your face
The world will celebrate your fall from grace
Half the world wants to spit in your face
You're not a 10, you're 5 plus 20 grand
Paris fucking Hilton wants you dead, enough said
Now you're a Christian, now she's a beauty queen
I hope you die together, your lives are jokes to me
The hills have eyes, your life is a lie
The hills have eyes, your life is a lie
The hills have eyes, your life is a lie