Keep working hard on your appearance 'cause you know when you're in, you're in The drive flickers like a candle Accessing lines stored within
Old man berates the congregation instill a fear he'll soon expose Replete with a wooden constellation To seal the doors closed while he solds his children's souls
Feed yourself when you can Black eyed man doesn't understand That the world is no more stupid than he is convincing When will he understand
the politics of a man with a gun in a gentle hand? it's the tolerance of those he tried to p___ on that let him get this far But he thinks he won the hand... There's a black old soul in a Black eyed man
Too Steeped in lore to make a change Too predisposed to compensate Stuck on The roundabout with no idea the inside is out So on we play
Feed Yourself when you can Fool yourself when you can Kill yourself when you can