Step back and analyze yourself

Your lack of questioning tends to be the answer

Spin until your nausea's all you feel

Throw it up when you can't hold it in

Your closed off soul lack of imagination

There's not enough time to express

The anger i harbor at the lies we've all been fed

Everyone said you'll grow out of this

But all the slurs in the world won't change who you grow up to become

You're not a scared little kid anymore

You're not a mask worn by a hollow doll

Fuck your faulty models

Your lack of moving towards realization

Hierarchy goes farther evеry day

Dig too deep and cut it right off at the head

You closed your еyes and stopped the mobilization

Punctuated by an aggressive backing track

I'll scream myself hoarse while you're talking over me

This guillotine never tasted so sweet

But it's kind of hard to use while they're still standing