I'm molded by your fingers and your hands
by truthful eyes a-blazing throughout the sorrow land
in figures fall calling out to Nostrodumas' muse
a tingly of such angel dust like ghosts whispering to you

in the land of wax
politik is it's name
living can bring death
and government will be it's game

they are seeing past the guise of a gleeful mass of sheep
they are seeking and they are wise to all the GMOs they make us eat
but why are they all the time trying to siphon up the gates of krishna's hell
at every waking state we claimed to have no knowledge of the tale

in the land of Pax Romana
in the land of we
the land of solidarity
the place of you and me
let eagles grip on your sleeves
the buzzards have the bees
it's times like these I am a sleaze
in the land of liberty

persuaded by the tube and diluted by the red facts
the preying monsters here at last and the ballots have been cast
a ruthless force is swaying like a swing set in the breeze
before you know our time has come being pulled beneath the waves

by foolish slugs they give and by wicked emotions play
the men and women of renown are sleeping already in graves
it's time at last to see the sun for all it's worth in heaven
and burn the wax until it melts like bread inside an oven

they turn to slimy sludge they go
in drainage they now lay
in truly homey stays I say
where they belong today