Antisocial Network - Man Must Die/Alan McFarland

Devoid of the human touch all hail the voyeurist

Cocooned Inside your tombs you are living out twisted fantasies

Everything Is for sale for twenty bucks a month

Reserve your seat In hell voyeuristic

Blood drunk sadist exhibitionist

It Is a breeding ground for perversity

It Is abuse of power In every way

Exit human embracing the demon

This whole situation Is sick

Out of control and on the brink

Anti-social network a meeting place for the freaks to play

Anti-social network welcome to the end of days

Everything you want Is at the touch of a key

As long as you do not mind

Letting your conscience slide you will see

Things that would defy all rationality

And once you have seen them you will never be set free

Twisted and broken Inside nowhere for anyone to hide

Suspended In darkness the camera your only witness

This Is real this Is sick Infect the soul the misery It will Inflict

This Is real this Is sick Infect the soul the misery It will Inflict

This reign Is complete

This whole situation Is sick

Out of control and on the brink

Anti-social network a meeting place for the freaks to play

Anti-social network welcome to the end of days

This Is not a warning It Is a global emergency

We would rather trade reality In for this morbid dream

An open Invitation to hide your true Identity

No one can save us now It Is reach expanding infinitely