Oh holy man, feed the Volcano.
So, I abandon my call for reign.
NO, this is not what the God's made us for... little sacrificial animals.

In the store all caged up. Pre-paid at the door.
Don't wait up. I'll join you tomorrow right here, right now. Let the weaklings drown.

Oh, let the water wash me away so I can live with the innocent.
No, I'm a butcher, the bible says so.. In the kitchen for a cannibal.

Oh, let the birds of a feather sing of the pain that the pleasure brings,
of the change in the western wind and the changed direction.

In the store all caged up. Pre-paid at the door. Don't wait up.
I'll join you tomorrow right here, right now. Death to sacred cows.

The ghost in the machine, I feel it open up to me.
I feel the ocean swallowing everything, every breed, every being. [4x]

(Oh holy man, feed the Volcano. So, I abandon my call for reign.
NO, this is not what the God's made us for... little sacrificial animals.

In the store all caged up. Pre-paid at the door.
Don't wait up. I'll join you tomorrow right here, right now. Only one way out.)

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