There are some things I have to say regarding your blasphemy

And honestly, it's been killing me

Quit driving slander that you speak home, maybe you'll hit the truth

Not a bump in the road or an unpaid toll

You're a high-speed wreck with a telephone pole

Infect my friends, I'll rip the scab away

An unmentioned story on an empty highway

You're gone and all that's left is a lesson and a scar to stay

I hope you know that it's over and done

You can cry all you want, but we won't change

These colors never fucking run

Breaking my back trying to get through the day

And every word that's coming at me makes it harder to stray

Away from every thought we don't want to relate to

Your mindless stance can't alter plans on artistic points of view

Fuck what you think