作曲 : Paint It Black
We're more than just the sum of our parts. 
Hands off our bodies, hands off our hearts. 
And who the fuck are they to tell us where we can and can't find divinity? 
We looked around and found their god nowhere in the vicinity. 
Because I see too much hunger and too much greed. 
What we want getting in the way of what we need. 
Too much neglect and too much blight. 
You point your finger, instead of trying to live your life right. 
We've been condemned. 
We've been gagged and bound. 
The hand that feeds becomes the hand that keeps us down. 
The rain won't wash away your sins. 
You're gonna fall. 
Gravity wins.