My body’s cold and dead the day you have a saynthe day this changes.nHanging from the rafters, swinging by my necknis when you’ll get a chance…nnYou fucking suitnWith your fucking tienI hate your lies…nnBrain-dead and lobotomized the day I let you robotsnchange this.nBedridden and comatose, my heart maintained nby some fucking machine,nnMy senses numbnIs what you’ll neednTo sate your greed…nnTake the broken glass and jam it in my heartn(I’d slit you fucking throat)nLike the rat bastard you really aren(you piece of shit)nnDo your sons and daughters cry?nCan you look them in the eye?nnTurn it up, Embrace the sound! nDon’t just go through the motions!nDon’t let me down!nWith the muse sincere, and the passion and the sweat,n(When the music’s sincere, and there’s passion and there’s sweat)nYou look in the mirror and I’m sure there is regret aboutnthe calling you’ve so betrayed for money made.n(that fucking monster is you)