A snare and a racket
Unbearable badness
They wear the jackets in an arrogant fashion
They eat the weak and fleece the sheep
Cease the feast
Jah, defeat the beast
Keep note, these angels have broken wings
And that's just one of the oh so many unspoken things
The beast is in your midst with slits on his wrist
Bleeds faith 'till it don't exist - now kiss his fist
Priests change shape
The sheep they date raped
They're creeps and great apes
They preach to save face
The flock's in a comatose state
They don’t own your faith
So sober souls shape to place hope in both names
It’s zero dark thirty
The heroes aren’t early
They’re too late
The due date for doomsday was shoe-laced
What must we do to swim, sever lips and limbs?
But even then can't say we'll never slip or sin
Hollow costs paid by those who tote the nations
All the holocausts shed true motivations
We follow fraught men in the middle of the mix
We all lost when we coveted a little of the fix
Cold chills spill from the tongues spewing lies
We try to view the sky but very few will find
The answers to all the questions under the sun
And if we wondered too hard, well, another would come
And another would come
And another would come
And another would come
And another
And another
And another
And another
And another...

Private eyes tried to establish biases
We’d been climatized to true madness through wild riots and savage violence
No one managed to keep quiet
Gouge blind eyes
Bandage eyelids
Despite what transpires, this is the tragedy:
We had to see the gravity of bein' Adam's seed
But no; blank stares, shoulder shrugs and apathy
Now it's blasphemy to sober up from fantasy
The smart man decreed an end to religion and division
The problem?
Every single thing is a religion
Thus division won’t decrease in the least
The internet's our holy book
The celebrity our priest
Circus clowns run circles ‘round the fire pit
Cynical liar’s spit drown hardwired kids
Since the fattened blackbird was captured
Plastered actors have been factors in our standards
Protestors’ fists shake ‘till their hands hurt
It’s as effective as playin’ bad words backwards
Let cash burn observed by crowds of passive grins
Who can stand firm surrounded by captive kin?
It’s crashin’ in
Massive sins leave us battered at dusk
Ashes and rust pass throught the dust
Plastic limbs snap
Static skin buzzes
The battles of whims within budges no man
Now how could the whole fam ever hold hands?
Are promised expressions gone with the dead men?
The accomplice was leaven
But God isn’t deafened
So with North American states of mind
We can grab on to fate
Find a nice place to die or wait ‘till the fall of Babylon the Great

But the sacred's undone
Take it in blood, son - run!
Don't stop 'till the Ancient has come
Pray for His love
Proclaim no more dead ones
The shape of the sun looms overhead - run!
The sacred's undone
Take it in blood, son - run!
Don't stop 'till the Ancient has come
Pray for His love
Proclaim no more dead ones
The shape of the sun looms overhead - run!

Run!