mourning in the ashes like dust upon the masses
 in a world of which we once felt saved from
 bind a false creation, blind manipulation 
will the bodies rise like our fallen preacher?
 
slaves to the hand that feeds
 and in tormenting our minds
 we are crawling [bad word]  ripped up inside
 
i’ve seen me insane 
i felt my head fall
 it took me to bleed
 was it worth it all
 
slaves to the hand that feeds
 and in tormenting our minds
 we are crawling [bad word]  ripped up inside
 
pray down on your knees this is the world you find
 fate i have fallen too deep an won’t get out alive
 in the end there is no place to hide
 i know somehow this is my demise
 
fate in [bad word]  we’re burning alive
 in [bad word] where you are defied
 
slaves to the hand that feeds
 and in tormenting our minds
 we are crawling [bad word]  ripped up inside
 
i’ve seen me insane 
i felt my head fall
 it took me to bleed
 was it worth it all
 
slaves to the hand that feeds
 and in tormenting our minds
 we are crawling [bad word]  ripped up inside
 
pray down on your knees this is the world you find
 fate i have fallen too deep an won’t get out alive
 in the end there is no place to hide
 i know somehow this is my demise
 
preacher 
preacher
 in the end there is no place to hide
 i know somehow this is my demise