Burdened and buried where could I stand? you'd think a child would come from a man and a woman Not a machine I've seen all the people who sing in code, you should ask whered they learn that, what do they know? Concrete walls, and then it's metal Curved ceiling in the hangar The food brands like scatter where the children are made to linger in the cold Waiting for the slaughter am I saying too much? That's gotta be tough for you? Popes and preachers Militia and teachers Want the perfect part Police and CPS Charities and companies Wanted a piece of me Satanists and luciferian Elite and middle class Catholic and Christian Don't you try to act like you don't take it up the ass in the churches basement of the Vatican If a contract was made to keep your secret Theres events that you played out well to keep it But your fear is that you're missing some So you need the public to find "the one" Don't you want to be the perfect part? Don't worry the torture will become the art They'll praise you and raise you high like I wanted to That's what you said I don't buy it I think you're weak You're afraid of me Every word I speak Every cent I keep Don't you want to be the perfect part? Don't you want to display your art? Come out of hiding and we'll make it a day
