Light & Busy

Dear god
There's something that I don't understand
They're eating from the palm of your hand
Somehow I still feel as though you're to blame
We've been told it's complex and inseparable like mind and hand
When they take flight just load the gun and aim it towards the eyes

Before long you'll be slithering slaves

It takes a lot to blow a sure shot to fame
Everything you know is granted to shame
Oh for shame
The prophecy has been told
We're going to hell