Mr Regulator you don't seem to recognize me
I'm the scum you buried under all your precious code
Far from in the grave you laid i've waited
And watched you dance upon the hollow ground

Whatever lies you wanna sell
I only buy from myself
My little hate born of a witch
If i burn I got nothing left to learn

Circling the sun with all your faithful satellites
Hold your own against a horde of angels
Electric inspiration to the dead

Whatever lies you wanna sell
I only buy from myself
My little hate born of a witch
If i burn I got nothing left to learn

All this in mind 
You're on the outside