Its time to let this one go, after lots and lots of time working on this one I made a final mix
after getting some great reviews and advice/feedback on the last version I put up.
I hope you enjoy it. The lyrics are right below.
--Jesse--
Sept 22,2010,
Fabricated Son
Words and music written and performed by Jesse Sicinski ©2010
They're going to text you a message,
Sent down from corporate satellites,
"You better tune in on Sunday,
If you want to see something really cool"
This viral message circled twice around the globe,
Infecting everyone around,
And so we gathered by the pixelated glow,
With burning curiosity,
Run, run, run, cause the fabrics come undone,
With the setting of the sun, we're all going down,
So everybody run cause the end's about to come,
Soon the fabricated son will be knocking at your door,
They synthesized our own demise in the image of a desecrated saviour,
So hypnotized by this disguise, on and on his slaves are lined up for confession,
Stare into your crystal screens with frozen souls and silent screams,
He's marked you, and soon shall come,
So you better grab your crucifix,
And squeeze it so hard it draws blood from your palms,
Cause I bet you took that Sunday fix,
As tempting as it was who could ever resist?
Bow down in awe before this twisted son of man,
He's watching always, yes he is,
Media inspired nightmare dreamscapes have come true,
Share holders raise glass to the gods,
Run, run, run, cause the fabrics come undone,
With the setting of the sun, we're all going down,
So everybody run cause the end's about to come,
Soon the fabricated son will be knocking at your door,
They synthesized our own demise in the image of a desecrated saviour,
So hypnotized by this disguise, on and on his slaves are lined up for confession,
Watch their puppet work his spells and speak in tongues that reek of Hell,
Their bars and chains are wearing thin,
Broadcast live across the screens, this tragic end to corporate dreams,
Unleash the hatred of all mankind,
Run, run, run like little ants we run,
Running from the fire falling down from the sky,
Run, run, run from the hand of Christ we run,
He's laughing as the tears of blood pour down from his eyes,
Life turned to ash as he scatters the dust,
We gave into greed and we caved into lust,
He died for our sins so they burned us with trust,
Life turned to ash as he scatters the dust,
We gave into greed and we caved into lust,
He died for our sins so they burned us with trust and promises.
sicjes 
