Neal Morse
The Pit
Let's throw him in the pit
In our family tree
He just doesn't fit
Let's kill him and make up a lie
Here he comes now
The dreamer must die
When father asks us all why
We'll say little do we know
It's the truth - he's a very good liar
And his mother's desire
Was to lift him up higher
I recognize his condition is dire
But this will backfire
So let him live, this liar
And remember, he's still our brother!
Let's throw him in the pit
Let's sell him for gain
There'll be profits to split
Let's sell him as a slave
And they'll take him down
Down to Egypt
When father asks
No one will admit
We'll say little do we know
From Letras Mania