Текст Overkill – Feed My Head

Talk is cheep
I can’t afford the price of wasted time
Who will reap the profit of the lie?

Fantasy

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 believe 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 grieving

Feed my head of a lie
Feed my head reflections of a lie
Feed my head
Feed my