The Stephen Hawking

Watch you hit the stage like a willing bomb
strapped to cripple children
It's hard to watch you whore out your damage pride
I spit on what you're building
We rally in the balls of the sweaty club
prepare for insurrections
And, all the dead souls that you would control
are bound for resurrections
You're father was a lover and he left you there
need of their attention
You'll fill this blank page with the brightest shame
the death of all invention
You're the new Christ of what will suffice
the Satan to your savior
Sing it out loud if you don't believe
in lies and good behavior.

If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole
If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole
If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole.

There must be something in the way you burn
it makes me lose control
If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole
If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole.

I'm happy to report about the life assured
livened to ashes
Might of had a few but I gripped the wheel
Now I'm speeding past this
If you should approach with the blue and white
attempt to pull me over
I have a few words for the weak of heart
to summon and sober.

If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole
If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole
If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole.

There must be something in the way you burn
it makes me lose control
I'm the son of a black hole
Go!

Basking in the glow of a dying star
bowing down blind in the song you are
take a little second just to hear me out
Marching off a cliff like you're free of doubt
You're Jesus growing fat off a warming girl
Moses making up the Commandments too
Lost out tight to a stolen hook
Elvis in his pool of royal puke.

You'll never be alive because you sold your soul
(I don't even want to take you home tonight.)
You'll never be alive because you sold your soul. Soul!

You'll never be alive because you sold your soul
(I don't even want to take you home tonight.)
You'll never be alive because you sold your soul
Soul! (Soul!) Soul! (Soul!)

You'll bleed to feed the demon in me
if you don't change your evil ways and end this peacefully
You'll bleed to feed the demon in me
I beg you before you're digested, shred your lens and see
You'll bleed to feed the demon in me
You won't curry favor with that flavor, curry tastefully
You'll bleed to feed the demon in me
I'll swallow you and grind you up and you'll cease to be
You'll bleed. (I can not let this go with you)
You'll bleed. (I can not let this go with you)