Eyes are mirrors
Eyes are windows
Eyes can speak the heart's desires
Wolves in clothing, ever hunting
Casting witches into fires
Apathy their first commandment
Keep them sick and drugged, distracted
Generations bred to follow hang on their reply
You'll eat what you're fed and you'll like it
You'll eat what you're fed
Pageantry of pompous pilots
Feeding off of pure intention
Built to worship, seek, and hunger
Any master's prized invention
Aching knees told when to bow
Their humble tongues told when to speak
It's legalism leading legions
This their battle cry
You'll eat what you're fed and you'll like it
You'll eat what you're fed
You'll eat what you're fed and you'll like it
You'll eat what you're fed
You'll eat what you're fed and you'll like it
You'll eat what you're fed