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BANG!Analysis of a pop culture cultistHoney sweet idolatry of the puristEach godling rotting on a pedestalTheir children gone feralAnd their worshipers bent perpetualIntellectualInsulated by their own convictionRighteous in the mirror of a single opinionSo vulnerableWith their backs turnedStroking their reflectionDrowning in their vanityFeels good to be a what, what, what, whatNothings holy!Feels good to be a what, what, what, whatThat's man madeFeels good feels good to be a gangstaFeels good, feels goodWe are the ga ga ga ga uhhFeels good, feels good to be a gangstaFeels good, feels goodWe are theLetras de cancionesGuetto BlasphemerAnd this is what you should fucking fearCorruptionOf all you hold dearAnd a world where nothing is as it appearsLocked awayin the darkes depthspossibilitiesthat they fear to contemplateWhere we resideForever with our eyeslooking on as they struggleagainst the rising tideAnd their I was, behind it allin the shadows, in the cracks in the wallsunder beds and inside their heads whisperingthat the end is nearfuture obsidianI feed on fearFeels good to be a what, what, what, whatNothings sacredFeels good to be a what, what, what, whatI fucking refuse to try and fit inFeels good, feels good to be a gangstaFeels good, feels goodWe are the ga ga ga ga uhhFeels good, feels good to be a gangstaFeels good, feels goodWe are theGuetto BlasphemerAnd this is what you should fucking fearCorruptionOf all you hold dearAnd a world where nothing is as it appearsBang!Feels good to be a what, what, what, whatNothings sacredFeels good to be a what, what, what, whatI fucking refuse to try and fit inFeels good, feels good to be a gangstaFeels good, feels goodWe are the ga ga ga ga uhhFeels good, feels good to be a gangstaFeels good, feels goodWe are theGuetto BlasphemerAnd this is what you should fucking fearCorruptionOf all you hold dearAnd a world where nothing is as it appears From Letras Mania