An Old Book Misread

False hope handed down, spun all around
With ignorance from past generations
How many times and with how many rhymes?
How many twisted endings for you, for you to realize?

It's not for you to say what every heart should pay
Another body and soul that isn't your own
Get off my back, this was never salvation for me
So keep it away

I don't feel a thing can't make believe I do
It's something I don't need, it's something that you do
And I respect you. Turning the page
Turning the page in an old book misread

Twenty something rows back now offer up your souls at
The drop of a single white robe
All things foretold, but do you really know what
Mans worst creation has got you in its hold

I refuse to pay (I refuse)
I refuse to stand for organized crime
Organized crime comes in more forms than one
And your god is no exception

I don't feel a thing can't make believe I do
It's something I don't need, it's something that you do
And I respect you. Turning the page
Turning the page in an old book misread

If I'm not being clear
This right here is about
It's about my disgust
With the way I was almost brought up
I'm taking it back
My piece of mind
We'll leave it at that

In '83 a lamb was led
For many years until its head
Began to swell, it did explode
With reasons to think on, to think on its own

I don't feel a thing can't make believe I do
It's something I don't need, something that you do
I respect you
Turning the page in an old book misread

I don't feel a thing can't make believe I do
It's something I don't need, it's something that you do
And I respect you. Turning the page
Turning the page in an old book misread
An old book misread