In the land of the freaks and the home of the ashamed There are masters of deception with the power to lay the blame Intoxicated on religion and black gold alcohol Making everyone's decisions, singing curse and damn you all
Sleep in waves And fan the flames Fan the flames
We have counted all the staples and their withering insides Bringing hunger to the masses wayward souls and blushing brides The truth was always hidden right behind the lies from you, all of you
Sleep in waves And fan the flames Fan the flames
Sleep and wade watching empty promise drift from silver tongue Sleep and wade in the greater Lord that binds us everyone Sleep in waves
Sleep in waves And fan the flames Sleep in waves, in waves, in waves And fan the flames Fan the flames Fan the flames Fan the flames Fan the flames Fan the flames Fan the flames Fan the flames
In the land of the freaks and the home of the ashamed There are insects seeking answers among our quiet remains