Feed the Children (Books of Lies)

Leftover Crack

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.
The fairy tales are memorized
And spew from mouths with empty eyes.

No feeling
Good book stole it away.

Another preacher fakes
To focus on a collection of plates,
Another sheep to masturbate
In books of names by ivory gates.
You're lost, you'll never find
A flock of sheep with rotting minds,
The cost, is suffering
Two thousand years and more in time.

And no one knows just what to do
And soon they'll set their sights on you,
The ignorant all hide in mass
(While) They cook the books, revise the past.

The winners write the lying tomes,
In a brave new world we're locked in "homes".
They 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 pains 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 books 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.