Feedtime - MotorPsycho

It’s feedtime

Every dog has its day

The hand that feeds you

Is the hand that can take it away

Blind leads

Blind leads

So die away

You can float in your endless sea

We’re past prime-evil

We’re way past pleasantries

Blind leads

Blind leads

The choir has a song ready

That I know many of you’ve heard before

On a plate

Entity’s forgotten

You eat anyhow

In a war

Reason’s not important

You kill anyhow

In a jam

You get out

That’s how it is

Why should you care?

I don’t know any more

It’s feedtime, man

The thorough rape

The thorough rape

The thorough rape

The thorough rape