Ad Astra - Director’s Cut Lyrics
Not the red bloodstream, not the horrid screamâsMeant to stir up my sensitive daydreamI am injected against the infectedFictional world so feed the real junk you spreadChorus:Why do I have to see them play godIn their own repulsive game?Why isnât it an act of violenceWhen Iâm forced to bear this lame sightof nauseating lives?Applause for each fake prize!Another lost icon bleak the horizonNothingâs left there to choose or to laugh onSoon to be lamented turn the so talentedShit we all find so amusing and we have bredThe dosage is up highNow I can feel them insideThe heroes come to lifeAnd pierce my eyes open wideThe uncut hypocritebecomes the role model forme and my friend, we sitand wait for every new uproarThe mindless humanwarebecomes the role model forme and my friend, we stareat a scene far worse than any gore