Moment of Silence

Oh holy man, feed the Volcano. So, I abandon my call for reign. NO, this is not what the God's made us for... little sacrificial animals. In the store all caged up. Pre-paid at the door. Don't wait up. I'll join you tomorrow right here, right now. Let the weaklings drown. Oh, let the water wash me away so I can live with the innocent. No, I'm a butcher, the bible says so. In the kitchen for a cannibal. Oh, let the birds of a feather sing of the pain that the pleasure brings, Of the change in the western wind and the changed direction. In the store all caged up. Pre-paid at the door. Don't wait up. I'll join you tomorrow right here, right now. Death to sacred cows. The ghost in the machine, I feel it open up to me. I feel the ocean swallowing everything, every breed, every being. (Oh holy man, feed the Volcano. So, I abandon my call for reign. NO, this is not what the God's made us for... little sacrificial animals. In the store all caged up. Pre-paid at the door. Don't wait up. I'll join you tomorrow right here, right now. Only one way out.)