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.)