Your manners terrorize me
Got all the kids here in a headlock, won’t get away
I sliced your brain, I found clay
We all saw it! You can’t keep fake-faking!
Your heart is dead like MySpace
It’s clear you blanked all your emotions, cast ‘em away
Your tone is always irate
Got all the kids here in a frenzy, hoping they’ll break
Your face preoccupies me
I saw you lurching in the barnyard, prancing around
I sliced your heart, I got Maced
You’re so proud: you almost gouged my eyeballs out
Stand like a pylon but you won’t have powеr
My reaction to your tasks is a task without vowels
Forgot to check your Myspacе?
Don’t worry Chet won’t even write to you anyway
Feel free to taunt me, yeah
Feel free to rip my skin to shreds
You hope to see me lose this grin
Would love to give you a taste
Of what it feels to lose the will to love and create
You’d surely want to start playing, too bad we
Punctured both your eardrums
Smashed your fingers up: faced!
Wait, what’s that? You mad?
What d’you want from me?
See, everything is spinning out of place
(You) won’t have me
I disgorged all your toxic waste
Got all the kids here in a frenzy, but they won’t break
Feel free to taunt me, yeah
Your words won’t bite into this soil
You’ll never see me shed a tear
My smile won’t be ablated: won’t lose this grin
It’s something I’ll take to my grave
The hatred you sowed
Won’t psych us out
We won’t cow down
The raunch of your acts sets my teeth on edge
(it’s something you’ll take to your grave)
If you reap what you sow
You should check the clouds
We won’t cow down on you
We’re hidden in snow, breathing rainstorm
(You won’t root here)
We won’t cow down on you
(This soil is barren)
We’ll hit like a storm you’ve no roots to fight
(You will not root here)
(This soil is barren)
The hatred you sowed won’t psych us out
(You will not root here)
The raunch of your acts sets my teeth on edge
(This soil is barren)
If you reap what you sow
You should check the clouds
(You will not root here)
We’re hidden in snow, breathing rainstorm
(This soil is barren)