Songtexte: Pulling Teeth. Funerary. Waiting.

A genius ploy to maintain control, reward so great you?d sell your soul two-thousand years and still you wait, the hook is set with the perfect bait like a carrot at the end of the stick, the promise of eternal salvation lead the way and they follow, forever waiting on the impending return still they?re waiting, they?re still waiting for his return how much waiting can you take before you learn? always waiting on the coming of the messiah he?s not coming, now be damned all crooks and liars the time has come, the chance was missed, humanity has been dismissed it?s up to us to save ourselves, no way but up cuz this is hell take control of your own life, stop waiting on man?s biggest lie no savior is coming for your soul, find faith in self because you?re on your own