Contagion lyrics

Well I say, the less we have to do with fancy things we don't need, the better (Contagion, contagion, contagion, contagion) Has nobody noticed our infection? This slow and willing genocide? Terminal sickness spreads Through thoughts inside our heads Our consciences under the knife Willing transmission of disease Worship new deities Contagion We've all succumbed to misdirection Lost in the concerns of our own lives Sedated willingly By our technology Ignorant bliss until we die Willing transmission of disease Worship new deities Contagion We don't have to buy anything they make, do we? Well I say, the less we have to do with fancy things we don't need, the better (Contagion) (Contagion, contagion, contagion) Have we been sick since our inception? Doomed to our own willing suicide? And as we watch it spread The living become dead But never stop to question why Contagion! Contagion! (Contagion, contagion, contagion) Sickness in disguise Our contagion! Open up our eyes Our contagion!