Screaming for that final way.    Who's to find you through this thick unsturdy hall? All that hails to the king of fame will not live to see the day of denial.       'Cause they're making us, and faking us, into colonies that they hide from.       Paying with shipments. No guarantees, no returns. A product of the provider is.    I think I see, oh no, it couldn't be... The golden ticket to heaven.       'Cause they're making us, and faking us, into colonies that they hide from.    To predict the ties of infamy is to paralyze the heart and soul of life.       Incase the earth before sunrise....   It all seems familiar...    Men dressed up disguise, but you cannot defeat the eyes.