Feed My Head — текст песни (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 beleive, 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 greiving!
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