Besedila: Leftover Crack. Fuck World Trade. Feed The Children (Book Of Lies).

You sow the seeds of endless chumps
and reap the weak with bible thumps
you cross your t's and dot your eyes
to fill the world with vapid lies
your judging ways are sick to death
your ignorance and praying breath
you profit from a confused land
that toils and dies to understand

we're born in pain and trapped in doom
our empty lives in empty rooms
the bible empties guilty minds
while cries for help face shutting blinds
these blind all scream for me to see
and disregard the ills of history
these fairy tales are memorized
and spew from mouths with empty eyes

No feeling
good book stole it away
another preacher fakes
to focus on collection plates
another sheep to masterbate
in book of names by ivory gates
you're lost, you'll never find
a flock of sheep with rotting minds
the cost, is suffering
2000 years and more in time

and no one knows just what to do
and soon they'll set their sites on you the ignorant all hide in mass
(while) they cook the books; revise the past

the winners write the lying tombs
in a brave new world we're locked in "homes"
that pharmacize for docile proles
that digs us down in deeper holes
(the) progress comes in bloody waves
the sword swings broad for blood it craves
the pawns still toil for dying dreams
we televise their bloody screams

such sadness nothing to do but pray
another victim dies, another moral suicide
"no more book of lies -
instead of food," the hungry cried
you're lost, you'll never find
between the pews the rotting mind
no trust, the ties that bind
the little lies that burn and blind

(in) human nature's greed and lust
our hopes and dreams decay to dust
confusion from their lies is rife
we're crushed beneath our debts in life

i'm told i've made the wrong mistake
but what am i supposed to take
the fabric frays; the screws are loose
we're sick of lies and mind abuse