You can't see this misery So don't justify it to me You can't see this misery So don't justify it Fuck you Liar Blood boils deep dark red It spilt on the floor Won't you slip in it Fall on your fallacy The blade of truth Wants to set you free The blade of truth Wants to set you free Eyes crossed Throat slit Science, hunger, the thrill of it Taste the blade Pray for me Taste the blade Pray for me I want to burn The old traditions down to ashes I want to burn The old traditions down Down, down, down Down, down, down