Text: Kandles At Nine. Greedfeeders Of The Maximillion.

Greedfeeders of the maximillion
greedfeeders of the maximillion
living on this ball of dirt we call home
everybody?s saying that we aren?t all alone
look out below there?s an eye in the sky
a geared up prophecy ready to fry
you me all we are made to be
greedfeeders of the maximillion
you see all we are born to be
greedfeeders of the maximillion
greedfeeders of the maximillion
greedfeeders of the maximillion
prison transfer to another ghost shell
flowers in the garden plot your own hell
preaching all around you when will we learn
politician satanism taking us all to burn
they run the machine
they?re not like you
flying to oblivion it?s devils night all day
hypnotic mind television teaching us how to pray
visionaries shot down this is a one way
knocking on the five one a world where dreamers play