Bill Hicks: "The world is like a ride at an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it, you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and 'round and around, it has thrills and chills, and it's very brightly colored and it's very loud, and it's fun -- for a while. But some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question 'Is this real, or is it just a ride?' And others have remembered, and they come back to us and say, 'Hey, don't worry. Don't be afraid -- EVER -- because, this is just a ride. And we ...... kill those people HAHAHA! 'Shut him up! We have a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry! Look at my big bank account, and my family! This just HAS to be real!' ...But it's just a ride. And we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? ...And let the demons run amok?"

My head was lost in cyberspace
When I heard that you were gone
And while the news surprised me, I must say
I should have known it all along
'Cause we always hurt the ones we love
But we kill the ones who care enough
To teach us love and knowledge
Over ignorance and fear

If it seems to you I'm skeptical, I've got a good excuse
I've just been unplugged from the Matrix and I simply must refuse
To join in the stoning of innocents...
...And let the demons run amok
Let the demons run amok
Let the demons run free
Let the demons run amok
Let the demons run amok
Let the demons run

(bridge)

Christ - Murdered!
Semmelweis - Murdered!
Lennon - Murdered!
Reagan - HA! - Wounded!
Ghandi - Murdered!
Two Kennedys - Murdered!
Maggiore - Murdered!
Bush had to duck when someone threw a SHOE at him HAHAHAHAAAA!
Let the demons run amok...

Christine Maggiore: "There is no way that I can die of anything except AIDS, because I've tested HIV-positive. No matter what happens to me -- if I'm hit by a meteor, my death will go in the AIDS category. You know? It's ridiculous but it's true; that's where I'm going..."

And you were lost in your denial
Of the toll it took on you
To speak the truth to power
And to question what we thought we knew
Now you lie there like your baby
In a coffin built for two
While the vultures pick your carcasses
And the demons spit on you

If I seem a bit too cynical, there's reason to this rhyme
It's 'cause she freed my mind from prison, and the price she paid was mine
We dance on the graves of the innocent
Dance on the graves of the innocent
And let the demons run amok
Let the demons run amok
Let the demons run free
Let the demons run amok
Let the demons run amok
Let the demons run...