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

In the land of the freaks
And the home of the ashamed
There are insects seeking answers among our quiet remains