Moment of Silence - Bear Hands

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.

(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.)