Behind the iron curtain secret doors lie broken and twisted ideals that litter from my floor. 
It's not that i don't hear you shouting in my head it's just a noise that deadens me compounding my indifference. 
I need you now like 
I need a hole in my head i'd give you my simpathy but the space behind these black eyes is dead. 
It's not that i don't hear you screaming in my face it's just a noise that deadens me compounding my indifference. 
Lay your head down, lay your beautiful head down. 
Can the worm turn inside me like a wheel and shut the door of my sensivity to the way you feel? 
I hate your country 
I hate this new religion 
I hate your politics 
I hate your like of kindness 
I hate what you've become and so it seems that green has become the new red void of human empathy 
My head tilts in mock fascination. 
As I pull the legs off this poor squirming creature 
But I will grow and take my filth into an unsuspecting world. 
You can't tell me what to do, the school's no longer in control 
The parents twitch like a wrimp wristed puppets 
You and your liberal ideas - what fools - just a rebel without a clue.