Feeding Time
You say you want the best for me
I think you want the best for you
You say you wanna save me from Hell
I think you wanna save yourself
You say you've got a helping hand
It's heavy and full of sand
I've already got two of those
Hope you understand
It's an offering call at the beggar's ball
For another hollow man
Quicker hands, deeper pockets
Just because you can
Tell 'em what they wanna hear
Watch the money roll in the door
You might call me cynical
The fruit I tasted was rotten to the core
And I can't help feeling like you knew it
If I was you I swear I wouldn't do it
Pray our souls to keep in the shallows and the deep
Everyone's bleeding and the sharks are on feeding time
It doesn't keep me up at night
Wondering what's after this
You might call it apathy
But me, I couldn't care less
I was raised on splitting hairs
There ain't much left on my head
I still find my own meaning
Even if it's all meaningless
I don't aim to preach but I fear that I might be
Turning into everything that drove me out of your reach
All of this is easily said, sitting where I sit
Honestly I'm not sure why I still give a shit
You were just a garden snake
Living off the congregation
You may even know who you are
If you can remember who I am
I think you want the best for you
You say you wanna save me from Hell
I think you wanna save yourself
You say you've got a helping hand
It's heavy and full of sand
I've already got two of those
Hope you understand
It's an offering call at the beggar's ball
For another hollow man
Quicker hands, deeper pockets
Just because you can
Tell 'em what they wanna hear
Watch the money roll in the door
You might call me cynical
The fruit I tasted was rotten to the core
And I can't help feeling like you knew it
If I was you I swear I wouldn't do it
Pray our souls to keep in the shallows and the deep
Everyone's bleeding and the sharks are on feeding time
It doesn't keep me up at night
Wondering what's after this
You might call it apathy
But me, I couldn't care less
I was raised on splitting hairs
There ain't much left on my head
I still find my own meaning
Even if it's all meaningless
I don't aim to preach but I fear that I might be
Turning into everything that drove me out of your reach
All of this is easily said, sitting where I sit
Honestly I'm not sure why I still give a shit
You were just a garden snake
Living off the congregation
You may even know who you are
If you can remember who I am
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Writer(s): Jeremy White
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