Maker, Maker Im sorrier than evernFor killing your land in search of all my treasurenFor I have trucked and trekked all over all these flowersnFor I have spat and stepped on this ground with my powersnAnd Ive not lent my greedy handsnTo helping my fellow mannnPiercing cries all around me and I cant feel a thingnBegging bells surround me and I dont hear them ringnMy people are bleeding from my stabs to the heartnAnd my apathy is tearing my people apartnnMaker, Maker Im sorrier than evernFor treating the heavy like it was a feathernFor I have trespassed and trampled all over these angelsnFor I have suaded and sexed them as short-term-ablesnAnd Ive not opened my heart to the less than perfectnPulled them along and deemed them unworthynnEndless affection all around me and I cant feel a thingnIm blinded by the cons and I turn them into flingsnMy people are bleeding from my stabs to the heartnAnd my apathy is tearing my people apartnnMaker, Maker Im sorrier than evernFor abusing myself in feeding all my pleasurenIve twisted over these noisesnIve sedated them with these poisonsnAnd Ive not given conscience chance to fight themnOnly consumed substances to hide themnnOblivion all around me and I cant feel a thingnTaking my mind away so that I dont feel the stingnMy people are bleeding from my stabs to the heartnAnd my apathy is tearing my people apart