Feed Us
Maybe we believe,
She was ready to go,
In the morning light,
Maybe you believe,
That she was made of gold,
In the East where you killed her...
You lead us,
When you need to feed us,
You comfortable delete us,
When you need your fetus...
You cheat us when you feed us with the lie,
Stars look out and,
Cheat us when you feed us with the lie,
Stars look out....
Goodbye, goodbye...
She speaks unrehearsed,
Languages from skin,
In the morning light,
Painting shadows on the,
Faces of the dead,
In front of their windows...
You cheat us when you feed us with the lie,
Stars look out and,
Cheat us when you feed us with the lie,
Before it's too late...
Do you know that life is ending,
As we go, the dots connecting,
We had our chance to save the garden,
As it dies, our souls will harden,
With these words chastising your conscience,
We're breaking through and praying for transcendence...
But you deceived us all now...
You cheat us when you feed us with the lie
Stars look out and,
Cheat us when you feed us with the lie,
Stars look out,
Cheat us when you feed us with the lie,
Stars look out and,
Cheat us when you feed us with the lie,
Stars look out...
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