| Behind the iron curtain secret doors lie broken and twisted ideals that litter from my floor. | |
| It's not that i don't hear you shouting in my head it's just a noise that deadens me compounding my indifference. | |
| I need you now like | |
| I need a hole in my head i'd give you my simpathy but the space behind these black eyes is dead. | |
| It's not that i don't hear you screaming in my face it's just a noise that deadens me compounding my indifference. | |
| Lay your head down, lay your beautiful head down. | |
| Can the worm turn inside me like a wheel and shut the door of my sensivity to the way you feel? | |
| I hate your country | |
| I hate this new religion | |
| I hate your politics | |
| I hate your like of kindness | |
| I hate what you've become and so it seems that green has become the new red void of human empathy | |
| My head tilts in mock fascination. | |
| As I pull the legs off this poor squirming creature | |
| But I will grow and take my filth into an unsuspecting world. | |
| You can't tell me what to do, the school's no longer in control | |
| The parents twitch like a wrimp wristed puppets | |
| You and your liberal ideas - what fools - just a rebel without a clue. |