In the land of the freaks

And the home of the ashamed

There are masters of deception

With the power to lay the blame

Intoxicated on religion

And black gold alcohol

Making everyone's decisions

Singing curse and damn you all

Sleep in waves

And fan the flames

Fan the flames

We have counted all the staples

And their withering insides

Bringing hunger to the masses

Wayward souls and blushing brides

The truth was always hidden right

Behind the lies from you, all of you

Sleep in waves

And fan the flames

Fan the flames

Sleep and wade

Watching empty promise drift from silver tongue

Sleep and wade

In the greater Lord that binds us everyone

Sleep in waves

Sleep in waves

And fan the flames

Sleep in waves, in waves, in waves

And fan the flames

Fan the flames

Fan the flames

Fan the flames

Fan the flames

Fan the flames

Fan the flames

Fan the flames

In the land of the freaks

And the home of the ashamed

There are insects seeking answers

Among our quiet remains