Say Goodbye to General Figment of the USS Imagination

Run from the sun

Worship all the disasters

Give yourself up to be

A sacrifice to the concept of belief.

Plagues of frogs raining down.

Rivers run red, rivers run dry.

But it's a lie and a fraud and it's coming from his mouth:

It's coming down. It's coming down.

He's comatose, eyes half closed,

He's the great white hope and he's selling you a lie.

It's a prefect day, a perfect day.

But he's comatose, eyes half closed,

He's the great white hope and he's selling you a lie