Where are the ones that carry the guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns? From the smoke and narrow minds, the half-truth trails and the holy lies, of an empty heart, an overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a coward's frown. Repercussions come around when the named free burns to the ground somehow. Where are the deaf and where are the dumb, from the side of the tracks where no reason comes from? And the table's never bare, the water runs and mama's always there. So who separates the world from the start? Where such words would come and such thoughts would cause a shot heard round the world, or just as sad, never heard at all. So down, down, down, like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with names of hypocrites, what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it. Don't compromise administration lies, carried out and covered up with time. Carried out and turned around to shine, or high on a pedestal of broken lives. Compassion speaks loud for itself, falls on broken ears and off the value shelf, into the dirt left to the wind, coming up strong ready to begin. To obliterate the world from the start, where such ideas come and such ideas cause a spark that'll set a blaze, and leave the embers red until the end of days. So down, down, down, like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with names of hypocrites, what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it. Don't compromise administration lies, carried out and covered up with time. Carried out and turned around to shien, or high on a pedestal of broken lives. Where are the ones that carry their guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns? From the smoke and narrow minds, the half-truth trails and the holy lies of an empty heart and an overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a coward's frown. Repercussions come around when the word named free burns to the ground somehow.
From the booklet from Feast Or Famine:
Where are the ones that carry the guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns? From the smoke and narrow minds, the half-truth trails and the holy lies, of an empty heart, an overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a coward's frown. Repercussions come around when the named free burns to the ground somehow. Where are the deaf and where are the dumb, from the side of the tracks where no reason comes from? And the table's never bare, the water runs and mama's always there. So who separates the world from the start? Where such words would come and such thoughts would cause a shot heard round the world, or just as sad, never heard at all. So down, down, down, like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with names of hypocrites, what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it. Don't compromise administration lies, carried out and covered up with time. Carried out and turned around to shine, or high on a pedestal of broken lives. Compassion speaks loud for itself, falls on broken ears and off the value shelf, into the dirt left to the wind, coming up strong ready to begin. To obliterate the world from the start, where such ideas come and such ideas cause a spark that'll set a blaze, and leave the embers red until the end of days. So down, down, down, like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with names of hypocrites, what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it. Don't compromise administration lies, carried out and covered up with time. Carried out and turned around to shien, or high on a pedestal of broken lives. Where are the ones that carry their guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns? From the smoke and narrow minds, the half-truth trails and the holy lies of an empty heart and an overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a coward's frown. Repercussions come around when the word named free burns to the ground somehow.