High Fructose Napalm Syrup

All cloak and dagger
They're in the walls again
Now paranoia
Is my only friend
The rats have moved out
The fear has moved in
There's no coming back
From where I've been

Just a washed-out shadow of a man
Die by my hand
Make these bastards understand
You're my Vietnam

Already born
When the first bombs fell
Already dead
When they poisoned the well
To hell with these spinner of words
Destroyer of worlds
No reveille
Will wake the sleeping herds

I found a foxhole in my skull
It's where all the light leaks out
Not post-human, but compost
A host for every single worm about

Just a washed-out shadow of a man
Die by my hand
Make these bastards understand
You're my Vietnam

Just a washed-out shadow of a man
Die by my hand
Make these bastards understand
You're my

You're my Vietnam

All cloak and dagger
They're in the walls again
Now paranoia's
My only friend
The rats have moved out
The fear has moved in
The rats have moved out
The fear has moved in



Credits
Writer(s): Timo Silvola, Tony Gonzalez Fredriksen
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