The Hype Lyrics

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

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