Complete and Utter Confusion... - Fear Before The March of Flames

There’s a man from the afterlife at the door trying to sell us hope

Lock the doors and close the windows

We hear it, we see it, you better believe it

We try it, then buy it, and some us breathe it

The slick dark men in their slick dark suits

Are gonna take your children away

(I bet you bought that)

We ask for less, they give us more

Mr. And Miss, there is a cure

It’s better now

Is it better now?

Kill the head before the body is infected

Better now

Is it better now?

Spare the body before the mind gets the best of.

And now we God bless this nuclear family!

(A picture-perfect American standard)

And so it’s «God bless this bouncing new baby!»

(Raised in a world that’s all sugar, s** and money)

Can you sense the sarcasm in my tone?

(Just take it, adjust it)

Chances are it suits you well

Tell me what it is that you fear the most

(We'll take it and use it)

Put it on the radio