Songtext von Fed Deception

Mouths stained with fear Fed mistrust, fed deception What hand lifts the spoon They ask for drink And you draw from a well of hatred They ask for nourishment And are left to starve in a famine of ignorance Blood of your blood Reaching out with tiny hands A life you created An angel's breath in a child's eyes Hands raised to what Strike the mouth, or catch the falling What fist dries the tears They search for rest But your mouth is a bed of vipers They reach for love And find words that sink like fangs Falling down, falling down Onto your wheel, shaped by your touch Under your fingers, under your fingers Innocence Untouched for you to shape Tread gently upon this Each fingerprint, a world of scars