Walk in Coma - Gospel Lyrics

You blur the line of fiction and fate
Spew the propaganda you've used to create
Your slaves, drones, your vessels of hate
Drawing out the knives of the backs of the late

Dirty, bloody, diseased
A nation down on their knees
A paper governed by greed

Dirty, bloody, diseased
A nation down on their knees
A paper governed by greed

How am I supposed to breathe, you're smothering me

Ease this load, please take off the weight
Grinding down on me enforcing us to make
Your graves, tombs, your resting place
Laced with lavish things as though you were great

I draw the line, that's all I can take
Cut us down to size, threatening to break
You abuse, bully, intimidate
Churning out the lies that the people will take as

Gospel
Gospel
Sacrilege

Dirty, bloody, diseased
A nation down on their knees
A paper governed by greed
A lion forced to bleed

They're forcing
Extortion
Infested with lies

Reporting
Distortion
Controlling our minds

Say your prayers now
I'm not listening