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