Album: Mutiny!
False hope handed down, spun all around,
With ignorance from past generations
How many times and with how many rhymes?
How many twisted endings for you, for you to realize?
It's not for you to say what every heart should pay
Another body and soul that isn't your own
Get off my back, this was never salvation for me
So, keep it away
I don't feel a thing, can't make believe i do
It's something I don't need
It's something that you do and I respect you
Turning that page, turning that page in an old book misread
Twenty something rows back, now offer up your souls
At the drop of a single white robe
All things foretold but, do you really know what?
Mans worst creation has got you, you in it's hold
I refuse to stand, I refuse to stand for organized crime
Organized crime comes in more forms than one,
And your god is no exception
I don't feel a thing, can't make believe I do
It's something I don't need
It's something that you do, and I respect you
Turning that page, turning that page in an old book misread
If I'm not being clear this right here is about
My disgust with the way I was almost brought up
I'm taking it back, my piece of mind
We'll leave it at that
In '83 a lamb was led for many years until it's head began to swell
It did explode with reasons to think on it's, to think on it's own
I don't feel a thing, can't make believe I do
It's something I don't need
It's something that you do, I respect you
Turning that page on an old book misread
I don't feel a thing, can't make believe I do
It's something I don't need
It's something that you do, and I respect you
Turning that page, turning that page in an old book misread
An old book misread