Humans, heathens; hedonistic Started then… Scene, walked right out of Eden. Esoterica, hell yeah, hysterical, Look at us in pleasure, See, we get our glee on. (When we playing) Don’t get wet, ya peon (What’s the weather?) Colder than the polar vortex (Cold!)—bitch, I’m Freon. [Drop] And like you, I am a heathen. [Buildup] Lose control, yeah, let the beat in. [Drop] We all heathens. [Bridge] We’re sinners, spinning, running wild. Outlaws in this garden, reviled. Freedom tastes like something sweet— Bittersweet, it’s still a feast. [Verse] Heathens, heathens, heathens! Feel it burn— That’s the reason. To feel good. That’s the reason. [Shocking transition to outtro] We’re all alive, live, right?— Might as well smile, right? Heathens… Vibe… Bye…