Paroles de No Time For Lionel
The herd is bred in synthetic thoughtCultivated in pretense
Dyed in the wool just enough to go unnoticed
By the dabbler, the fly by night, and the dilettante
The hangers on can't sift through the slop
For fear of losing their grip
While you choke down what little authenticity you can stomach
Rank and file
Leather bound and tongue tied
Force fed and fattened for the famine
Tell your kin to hide
Before they're skinned alive
Gorged upon phonetically engineered lines
'til you've nothing to say
The stockpile of a four-chambered stomach
Leaves you ready
To thrive in the famine
Shed the wool, impostor
Bear your claws
You must be proud
The churning in your gut
Is the gluttony of expression Thrive in the famine
Rank and file
Leather bound and tongue tied
Force fed and fattened for the famine
Tell your kin to hide
Before they're skinned alive
Gorged upon phonetically engineered lines
'til you've nothing to say
The stockpile of a four-chambered stomach
Leaves you ready
To thrive in the famine
Shed the wool, impostor
Bear your claws
You must be proud
The churning in your gut
Is the gluttony of expression Thrive in the famine
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