There's a preacher with a page torn out
There's a creature on the stage, no doubt
But there's a type of viper hypochondriac
Keepin' track, rack focus to the ones atop the stack
I've only told this story once or twice
Predatory is the animal that hunts at night
We're raisin' children like they're rifles
Feed 'em belts of ancient idols
Set their sights upon the cycle
Won't you join me in recital?
Heavy is the weight upon the man,
Who can not sate or understand,
The only hunger that he has
Heavier still is what the kid beneath his heel
Can only feel when he looks up and to his dad
Celebrate the murder of another
As a little one discovers
You're a hero when they suffer
I don't wanna tell you how to be
But take a second to agree
That from that place he won't recover
Too late, mutate
You've just gone and put a hammer to the floodgate
Now he's gonna go on thinkin' that he's first-rate
Did you hear that his old lady's got a due date?