CRITICAL Lyrics

I'm not coming to senses baby

My mind's out of electric signals

I've been fucking around too much

I want some new fucking particles

So then I start the collision

My mind split in a fission

You wanna see my new christening

You want me out of your mouth you can spit

It's going critical

I'm burning particles

I wanna see the recompensation

It's not so logical

I'm sick of articles

I wanna leave like a new sensation

Gross...

Your degeneration

It's all quite close

To this generation

We re rising up with the blood on our fists

You better call up your exorcist

This simulation was bound to resist

You want a taste of your blood You can spit

It's going critical

I'm burning particles

I wanna see the recompensation

It's not so logical

I'm sick of articles

I wanna leave like a new sensation

Bleah...