Kool-Aid

We are the children of the devolution
The infamous martyrs, the scars on the sun
Asphyxiating with a smile on your face
While they pull your teeth out one by one

Is this what you wanted? No
Do you want some more? Yeah
D-Generation
Who's keeping score?

'Cause you got a taste now
Drank the Kool-Aid by the jug
So suffer your fate, oh
Come here and give me a hug