WAR FAIR - Punish the Sickened Lyrics

You spring up out of nowhere, when we're most comfortable
And when we don't check our doors
You prey on our routine, keeping in line
When we're full but always searching for holes
You sink your teeth into ambush
Pursuing teenage girls down dark suburban roads
I think it's safe to assume that it's unsafe
Night or day in a crowd, all alone or asleep, they're all around

Here they come
Here they come again
We've got to punish the sickened
Seek them out
Seek them out and then we've got to teach them a lesson
It's not your body, not your body, not your f*cking mind
It's not my problem, not my problem, that you deserve to f*cking die, you slime

You're a cockroach of the night
You're hungry for innocence and on the naïve you feast
There's an accumulation of trust
Then the youth's future is assailed by the demented
They're lured in by kindness, ignorant to the danger descending upon them
You ravage the vulnerable, fragile and frail
You f*cking cowardly pig

Here they come
Here they come again
We've got to punish the sickened
Seek them out
Seek them out and then we've got to teach them a lesson
It's not your body, not your body, not your f*cking mind
It's not my problem, not my problem, that you deserve to f*cking die
So die, you slime

Serve a life sentence of torture and pain
A moment's pleasure you obtain
Reconciled actions by a demented world
You continue to ravage naïve boys and girls
Illness spread to exposed eyes
It seems you're everywhere
You're in disguise
Your immoral acts strip dignity
Savage predator on unsuspecting prey