They Made Me Do It
Synapsyche
4:36Call it madness, call it premonition A clear-headed hysteria It's a riot, it's a revolution It's a revelation Call it cult or call it religion An archetype of dilemma 'Cause ours is a prayer for the comin' of chaos Are you ready? Praise your end, cry for despair Raise your hands up in the air Praise your end, cry for despair Raise your hands (End is coming) If you really don't care don't feel sorry for me (End is coming) If this is a madman then I'm a follower in praise of folly Hey! Disciples, scream! Hey! My devotees! Shout it out loud 'til you bleed Hail! Hail insanity! Call me prophet, Call me messiah A newborn Cassandra It's a pathway to illumination It's the new sensation Call us sect or call us lunatics A mass of weirdos ecstatic 'Cause ours is a prayer for the comin' of doomsday We are ready Praise your end, cry for despair Raise your hands up in the air Praise your end, cry for despair Raise your hands up in the air Praise your end, cry for despair Raise your hands (End is coming) Praise your end, cry for despair! Raise your hands up in the air! Praise your end, cry for despair! Raise your hands up in the air! If you really don't care don't feel sorry for me (End is coming) If this is a madman then I'm a follower in praise of folly Hey! Disciples, scream! Hey! My devotees! Shout it out loud 'til you bleed Hail! Hail insanity! Viva! Viva insanity!