Verse 1

Your words gushing out of their mouths.

Music to my ears.

The snow's thick, birds are headed south.

Now it's crystal clear.

You write your own scriptures.

They worship your pictures.

Chorus

But you're not my God, Mister Ventriloquist.

I won't preach your lies, or I'll cease to exist.

My lips are tightly sealed, I have no story to tell.

But I refuse to spread your twisted sermon as well.

Choir: (Say you love me, but not everything I am.

So you left me, but I just don't give a damn.)

Verse 2

Your words crawling throughout my brain,

Oxygen deprived.

Hatred in dark red in my veins,

The end has arrived.

You write your own dialogs.

They can't see through the fog.

Chorus

But you're not my God, Mister Ventriloquist.

I won't preach your lies, or I'll cease to exist.

My lips are tightly sealed, I have no story to tell.

But I refuse to spread your twisted sermon as well.

Choir: (Say you love me, but not everything I am.

So you left me, but I just don't give a damn.)

Bridge

The blood is still in your hands,

Even if you speak through your wooden toys.

I won't fall from where I stand,

One day they'll forget you and I'll rejoice.

Chorus

Cause you're not my God, Mister Ventriloquist.

I won't preach your lies, or I'll cease to exist.

My lips are tightly sealed, I have no story to tell.

But I refuse to spread your twisted sermon as well.

Choir: (Say you love me, but not everything I am.

So you left me, but I just don't give a damn.)