Songtext von The Hype

Practicing a religion of deception Playing human ignorance and trust Divine, dictates To be allegiant, flexible and wretched They're creating profitable preconceptions Lending credence to nonsense The arrogant, depraved Man - their instrument of prey To satisfy their hunger is our question Fat leeches feed weak body of our earth Insatiable, voracious Those never feel replete Chorus: You don't enjoy My confidence Sophistic You're not in my good grace They're creating profitable preconceptions Lending credence to (an obvious) nonsense The arrogant, depraved Those never feel replete Grim, magnificent seducers Aimed to astray us and mislead We're paltry, exposed You don't even suspect That you're controlled Chorus: You don't enjoy My confidence Sophistic You're not in my good grace You spit into face