Can't you see, my dear, what you create is greater than greatnIt's beautiful and validnGo tell the false friend, who doubts your artnHey, toss my caustic saladnTheir noise pollution is a one-night standnA closet corporate balladnCompose the theme, compose the themenThat seems to haunt the sultan's dreamsnnYes their truth is a lie, a sickly, sober skynDon't you dare lie down your sword and die, oh small frynCrime of the century, know what it meant to menThey'll label us what they can never bennHate me but I am in your heart pulling it apartnBurning up a black holennAll those magazines and stifled teensnWhose trite teething is outdatednHave minuscule minds of clay in need of chiseling awaynThis war's been reinstatednSo spit a wad in the face of their fucking flawless racenAnd all they've consecratednI won't believe the twisted web they weavennThey can stitch you silent now, or bitch the violence outnI'm disavowed, I'm proud to shun their know-hownThe wolf beget the lamb, now it's in his handsnI'm reeling from a feeling that they've bannednnOur last stand goes, hallelujah, love lostnnI've got an empty wallet and a record covernThe stage, hot and worn like an aging lovernSo I spew a comet of verbal vomitnSac religious, of Christ or IslamicnIt's full of piss and they'll never stopnCome on and kill the kindly onesnThe ever blinding onesnWe stand and face you now, we will not runnJust you wait and see where your lemming line leads