A trail of tears down with every lash
Not tears of sadness or sorrow but anger
A new scar upon an old scar with every lash
Not physical scars but scars within heart and soul
They say whip makes you good, whats good in breeding hate?
I dig, toil, p lough my sweat makes it grow
You sleep, eat, drink, your fart makes it grow
I cut, reap, harvest my energy keeps it in place
You bark, shout, order your energy keeps it in place
In the end you deserve all and I none, so called "just"
I knew a priest whose every sentence ended in a bible verse
He preached against adultery and fornication
My wife bore him a son and he my son in aw
His emphasize on sacrilege shook even the strong
I knew a priest who shares a place with me in flames of hell
I sing a dirge to a walking breathing man
I sing a dirge because I dim myself a psychic
I sing a dirge because he paves his own way to the grave
I sing a dirge for you, me, us because we are blind
I sing a dirge that Ignorance, poverty and disease composed