Fed To Death

There was a man from Allen Town

Who fed his son to death

He calmly watched him Gorge himself

Until his final breathAnd there he stood,

Surprised and shocked

Above his tiny frame

He said "I bear no blame for this"

I only share his nameThere was a man from Nazareth.

The fools were more pervert

They forced an image of his flesh

To brand on mugs and t-shirtsThey say "One day he'll spring to life"

To smile and clear your name

So nail yourself upon the cross

And hang your head in shameForever.

This is forever

This is forever

This is forever

This is forever.