Tell me, should you be cooked for cooking'

The epitome of Inca junkie: "Do it up, gonna kick it tomorrow,"
It's horror show for decadents,
Only the parasite is paranoid - we'll call him Johnnie,
Right time to beg, steal and cower.

Sucking on a glass god,
No freedom in basing,
Sucking on a glass god.

Well, I can't understand this white line worship, how it hinders every man,
To seek a love so infadel,
Oh, son of earthbound, heart to Hell,
You know it makes me sick.

Why do you bask in insecurity'
Infidely apathy,
'Cause your heart's in Bab... your heart's in Babylon
To crucify again the one that set me free is everything I want to flee.

Sucking on a glass god,
No freedom in basing,
Sucking on a glass god.