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