Album: Day of the Death (2001)





what the fuck?!

what the fuck were you thinking?

Pull the wool over, cover my eyes

with your false truths and you blatant lies

see complacement stares

through controlling eyes

pull the wool over, cover my eyes



enforcing all your rules through policemen and tv

you are the worlds greatest artist

schoolbooks are you tapestry

woven intertwining hate controlled by your ministry

i hold the scissors in my hand

cut the fabric, make you bleed



pull the wool over, cover my eyes

we are the ones that make you weak

pull the wool over, cover my eyes

you sick infection a disease

pull the wool over, cover my eyes

i want to see you on your knees

pull the wool over, cover my eyes

false idols, cheap thrills, fucking sleaze



Paint a pretty picture, you control the weak

you sell your lies, your drugs, your hate

you sell us our own agony

put yourself in another man's shoes

remember what its like to be

the one who hates you

the one who wants to see you bleed



pull the wool over, cover my eyes

we are the ones who make you weak

pull the wool over, cover my eyes

i will not let you poison me

no sex, no drugs, no sir, not me

pull the wool over, cover my eyes

priests, politicians, and cops

like to fuck just as much as you and me



you've got a price out on your head

its called freedom

you're fucking dead