Song Description
Anti-religion, nihilism, darkness.
| Song Length |
4:10 |
Genre |
Rock - Progressive Rock, Rock - Hard Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Enraged, Outraged |
Subject |
Pain, Philosophy |
| Similar Artists |
Tool, Muse |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Prophets makin' profits
Taking orders on your soul
You will live forever
In your tower
But you will be
Screaming out
All fear and hate are creeping
While everyone is sleeping
Block out the pain you give me
Blot out the stain you can't see
Spare the rod, suffer the child
Spare the rod, suffer the child
Taste God, suffer the child
Spare the rod, suffer the child
Spare the rod; suffer the children
Pre-emptive war or a tumbling building
Big and strong, fast and mean
I built me a big revenge machine
Spare the rod, suffer the child
Where is God? Is he alive?
He's not dead; he's the one
Who put the bullet in your gun
All fear and hate are creeping
While everyone is sleeping
Block out the pain you give me
Blot out the stain you can't see
Spare the rod, suffer the child
Spare the rod, suffer the child
Taste God, suffer the child
Spare the rod, suffer the child
Abstain from appearance of evil
Pass through the eye of the needle
Judge me, judge me not
My carnal reality is all that I got
Born to break, bread to take
Willing to die before that I wake
'Cuz I am the appearance of evil
My faith is beyond retrieval
Spare the rod, suffer the child
Spare the rod, suffer the child
Taste God, suffer the child
Spare the rod, suffer the child