Bottom Feeders, Leaders & the Rank and File Lyrics

We live a life so loud are deafened by the sound

Garden of Greed we bleed and siphon from the ground

Listen to everything but never do we hear

The voice of reason as it screams into our ears

Some evening when the sun don't set

Make a vow that you won't forget to own your own

And should you shut your eyes

Every morning that the sun don't rise

Let the life come descend from the skies

And tend to the casualties here

First to follow the scent of carcasses uneaten

Your angel wings are things that never have been beaten

So welcome to the bifurcation of the species

Magnification of what every sane person can see

Some evening when the sun don't set

Make a vow that you won't forget to own your own

Down the center of the aisle

Any morning that the sun don't rise

See the life come up from the skies

Every leader, bottom feeder, and the rank and file

Some evening when the sun don't set

Make a vow that you won't forget to own your own

And should you shut your eyes

Every morning that the sun don't rise

Something else comes from some other time

To repair all the damage we've done to our home

And then finally find we're not alone

And the truth is we've never been all alone