Every song I've written

Every attempt to dissect

Of what's all around me

My heart still can't make sense

As I'm hit with the reality

Dead child behind K-Mart

Years ago I could have pushed the button

But that makes me one more part



Used to carry signs

Propagating my beliefs

But only in my mind

Was there any relief

Battle is one on one

24-7 time

I am one of a priesthood

Life is more than a rhyme



And the imbecile factory churns on

And the imbecile factory churns on

And the imbecile factory churns on

And the imbecile factory churns on



Load up my ark as I fly above

I am imperfect but no pillar of salt

I can see the fire rain down it is not for me

I tried to warn the fools but they would not see



Eternal survival walk the golden streets alone

Reading the names on uncountable tombstones

The fellowship I once enjoyed has left me betrayed

I hand them all to Satan so they may have their way



And the imbecile factory churns on

And the imbecile factory churns on

And the imbecile factory 

Imbecile factory

Imbecile factory

Churns on