Sing for Your Supper

Sticks and stones can break my bones, but your words will always linger
Though some unspoken, your window's clear
You've got me wrapped around your finger

I've been lied to, been tied to
A world of grandiose reprieve
I shut down, knocked out, so I lay myself down, down in the web we weave
Down, down in the web we weave

Sing for your supper children
Sing for your supper children
Sing for your supper children
Feed your rancid disease

Oh-oh-oh-whoa
Oh-oh-oh-whoa
Oh-oh-oh-whoa
Oh-oh-oh-whoa

Red blood drips from your blood red lips
Bite the hand that feeds you just enough to keep you ill

I've been lied to, I've been tied to
A world of grandiose reprieve
I shut down, knocked out, so I lay myself down, down in the web we weave
Down, down in the web we weave

Sing for your supper children
Sing for your supper children
Sing for your supper children
Feed your rancid disease

Sing for your supper children
Sing for your supper children
Sing for your supper children
Feed your rancid disease

Your grief with the best intentions
Your grief demands an answer

Sing for your supper children
Sing for your supper children
Sing for your supper children
Feed your rancid disease

Sing for your supper children
Sing for your supper children
Sing for your supper children
Feed your rancid, your mortal disease



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