lie finger fed
stretched naked croos their barren floors
I'm just tired and frustrated
humbled and degraded
bring down the godhead
at a loss gone faded
anger unvented
bring down the godhead
ginger flies
and buttered wolves
bleed on the carpets we bake
as rabid trees
and jelly bees
fly closer to the men we create
it's all just a lie
kill the body watch the head die
now the king of the little sheep sits on his ivory throne
it' too bad that he can't tell his bleeding head to his 
thorny crown
so far gone yet still he waits for his kingdom to rise 
again
it's too late his lost his way now pass around that 
godhead plate