Feed My Head - Overkill

Talk is cheep

I can’t afford the price of wasted time

Who will reap the profit of the lie?

Fantasy

Illusion fusion impressions of a high

Sacred is the being of the lie

Drawn is a picture of myself

It’s all that I see leaving

Gone are the cries I heard for help

The mirror spits reflections of a lie

Are you waiting for a chance?

Won’t happen standing in the rain

Damage done

The truth is drowning in a sea of hate

Wet, they wear the fiction like a badge over their hearts

Drawn is a picture of myself

It’s all that I feel bleeding

Gone are the cries I made for help

The mirror spits reflections of a lie

Feed my head, I’m hungry for a lie

Be sure and teach your children well

To use it pure and slow

Be sure they teach their children

Be sure the children’s children

Slight of hand, slight of word

Slight to believe the absurd

Feed my head, I’m hungry

I’m hungry for a lie

Drawn is a picture of myself

It’s all that I see grieving

Gone are the cries I made for help

The mirror spits reflections of a lie

Feed my head of a lie

Feed my head reflections of a lie

Feed my head

Feed my