Letras: Twelve Tribes. Midwest Pandemic. Televangelist.

?Pray we go unharmed in the wake?
Like clockwork these words appear on a prompter
A camera cranes in and the crowds desperately tune in
For our fearless leader to wield the knife
I thank God I?m a witness

And it?s so inspired
On my command
A paid concern, a counterfeit healing
We?ll raise the dead
In the end they devise countless concepts
To renew your faith in the plan

Memorize and repeat the phrase
Look straight ahead and take back your hard earned sympathy
It won?t miss and we?re taking up arms
They won?t know what hit them
When the anesthetic wears off
We?re baiting the vultures
So help us?
That?s the way its always been
There?s a truth we can?t afford to admit

Raise the dead
Send your love & your cash
For the righteous and the dead

And it?s so inspired
On my command
A paid concern, a counterfeit healing
We?ll raise the dead
In the end they devise countless concepts
To renew your faith in the plan
To renew your faith in the plan
To renew your faith in the plan