Stone Buzzard - Modus Lyrics

Preacher, tell me that I'm not alone
Truther, speak of someone you don't know
Teacher, teach me all that you don't know
Liar, sell them into what they're shown

I bought the mold today
It sure felt right
Ten thousand perfect spheres
Cut through the night
Let the modus begin
Consumed in time
Now find your perfect plan
Has lost its sight

Law man, take away the rights I know
Straw man, deception follows where you roam
You're sold to credit cards and watch the money burn
You think your life's so different
But the world just waits your turn
Taxman, blind to where the money goes
Shaman, sell me all the herbs to grow

I bought the mold today
It sure felt right
Ten thousand perfect spheres
Cut through the night
Let the modus begin
Consumed in time
Now find your perfect plan
Has lost its sight
Its sight