Sleep


He said, 'Go suffer, little children,
and you'll walk away a saviour,"
and they believed.

And now the streets are full of madmen,
they're polluted, we bow to
gutter institutions - we suffer, and they believe.

They keep guns in the books He gave them,
Hallelujah, lock and load - they bring suffering,
and they believe.

Preach all you want, but who's going to save me?
Three cheers for tyranny, for unapolegetic apathy -
And still, they believe.

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