Fed By Stones

God is dead

That's what they said

You got no soul, and good is bad

Don't waste your time

There's no sublime, no higher law

That you can find

There's a river of pain I'm taking all over again

Just as long I don't turn into their grey shadowy being

I don't know when it all began

I don't know why it had to die

Your stones won't feed, one truly need

The gullible mind

The daily grind

Takes its toll, and fools the blind

The bourgeois-creed:

Believe what you see, rules all heads

Takes causalities

In my life I was always a drifted fellow, undone

That was never enough to leave me stuck in there wrong

I don't know when it all began

I don't know why it had to die

Your stones won't feed, one truly need

Silent green works overtime to begin

Giving starting shots so that we won't give in

In the air's a hopeful sound waiting

Needing all we got, wishing we don't give in

It's an army of hypocrites strangling

Entities of freedom keenly building

All we are

If we are what we are meant to be

Have you got what we got?

Got some guts to break free?

Have you heard about the word that all living speak

I don't know when it all began

I don't know why it had to die

Your stones won't feed, one truly need...

God is dead...