Hexagram

Paint the streets in white

Death is the standard breach for a complex prize

I think it's sweet of you and your parents are proud

But I would expect it from anyone

Now to protect life's indigenous sound

Worship, play, play

Worship, play, play

Worship, play, play

Worship, play, worship, play

Worship, worship

Play and worship, play, play

Play and worship, play, play

Play and worship, play, play

Play and worship, play, worship, worship

How the streets they swell

While the animals make their way through the crowds

If you keep listening you can hear it for miles

God, I trust everyone quicker with every faint smile

Worship, play, play

Worship, play, worship, play

Play and worship, play, play

Play and worship, play, play

Worship, worship

Play and worship, play, play

Worship, worship

Play and worship, play, play

Worship, worship

Play and worship, play, play

Play and worship, play, play

Play and worship, play, play

Play and worship, play, worship, worship

And the crowd goes wild

And the camera makes you seasick

God, it's so sweet of you and I know you're proud

And the car bomb hits quick click, faint smile

It's the same sound

It's the same, same sound

And the crowd goes wild

And the camera makes you seasick

God, it's so sweet of you, you know I'm proud

And the car bomb tick-ticks with the same sound

It's the same sound

With the same sound