Book Of Lies — Christian Death

R. Williams 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 bitch 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?