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 his 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
There must be something in the way you burn that makes me lose control
If you’re the Sun, I’m a black hole

I’m happy to report about the life assured
Living it to ashes
Might have 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 to sober

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 that makes me lose control
I'm the son of a black hole
Go!

Basking in the glow of a dying star
Bowing down blind to the scum 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 of Roman gold
Moses making up the Commandments told
Lot strapped tight to a stolen hook
Elvis in his pool of his 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 will cease to be
You’ll bleed... (I can't let this go with you)
You’ll bleed... (I can't let this go with you)
You'll bleed to feed the demon in me
You'll bleed to feed the demon in me

I can't let this go with you...
I can't let this go with you...
I can't let this go with you...
I can't let this go with you...