The true revolution is in mind
Remember that and all else shines
Tertoma, dying with the host
Our food for thought will feed the starving children
Burn their mouths with lies inbred
And false feelings of security
The winged virgin and the b*t*h that sings
Have locked away the secrets
Jesus made their wings
But over there a person's tumbling down
Around You
Tumbling Down
Well, I've heard it said that love has lifted these
Yet there's a hunger no one's chanced to see
Out pain's too weak, it lies in charity
And that's hungry
Please say please
We're trying hard to make you, make you the disease
We're trying hard to make you, make you see
Teratoma, dying with the host
Our food for thought has starved the
Child of dreaming
Now eyes are closed and caged as we
Come tumbling down
We come tumbling down
Doth thou name appear in the Book of Lies?