Fan The Flames

In the land of the freaks
 And the home of the ashamed
 There are masters of deception
 With the power to lay the blame
 Intoxicated on religion
 And black gold alcohol
 Making everyone's decisions
 Singing curse and damn you all
 Sleep in waves
 And fan the flames
 Fan the flames
 We have counted all the staples
 And their withering insides
 Bringing hunger to the masses
 Wayward souls and blushing brides
 The truth was always hidden right
 Behind the lies from you, all of you
 Sleep in waves
 And fan the flames
 Fan the flames
 Sleep and wade
 Watching empty promise drift from silver tongue
 Sleep and wade
 In the greater Lord that binds us everyone
 Sleep in waves
 Sleep in waves
 And fan the flames
 Sleep in waves, in waves, in waves
 And fan the flames
 Fan the flames
 Fan the flames
 Fan the flames
 Fan the flames
 Fan the flames
 Fan the flames
 Fan the flames
 In the land of the freaks
 And the home of the ashamed
 There are insects seeking answers
 Among our quiet remains