The Famine — The New Hell lyrics

Lyrics

All quiet on the set now, put your heads back into the sand
And wait to hear your name called
The piss poor defense of an army of yes men
Force fed a diet, born of textual corruption
Oh, the horror, a grim thing to behold
Hanging by our necks from the Bible belt
Let the words read, we bit the hand that feeds
Oh, the horror, we did this to ourselves
So, in our scramble to avoid being the nail that is sticking out the most
We seem to have left just a few things behind
Our sense of decency, some pieces of James Byrd
No matter what don’t look them in the eyes
This is the new hell