(X) Amount Of Truth Testo

We call the children from their slumber,
Before they wonder why the dreams have gone to hell.
We call the children from their sleep.
Down the staircase we shall creep,
To the basement of this white picket home.
To show them where the bad ones go.
For all they know, for all they know,
Their heroes are still untouchable.
What they don't know, what they don't know.
All the preachers and the ministers
That minister those sinister looks.
They teach from a liars cherub
Hope is mounted on a child's prayer.