Sea Org

Hometown a ghost town, the whole route abandoned

Scope out your profile, the hope that they planted

Won't be for long, out your home, housing granted

Now your children brainwashed in a hotel stranded

Stomach weak rolling through the beach where the sand is

I still hear the shrieks when release is demanded

Plant seeds where freedom and their peace is a gambit

The day your operation cease a blessing granted, huh, yea

Now tell me, who the fuck you following?

I made my biggest opp join the Church of Scientology

My home city got the dead zombies wandering

The calmin' breeze can't stop the apocalypse, probably

Fuck is this Pyongyang the way these fucking buildings is fake?

Out in broad day their missionaries wither away

Can't investigate or make sure those missin' ok

Start running pills through all the buildings where Miscavige stay

Distributing eights, we gettin' retribution today

We take our city back, that we finna lose to decay

And the authorities careful what they choosin' to say

We boomin' away, grab 'em, now we move 'em to space

Now tell me, who the fuck you following?

I made my biggest opp join the Church of Scientology

My home city got the dead zombies wandering

The calming breeze can't stop the apocalypse, probably