We hear your one hand clapping. It`s music to our ears. You don`t like the way we sound. We don`t like the way you hear. Sorry we ain`t hard enough to piss your parents off. Hatred`s not our policy. We tried that game and lost. You keep saying you`re just killing time. Be careful, You`re killing some of mine. I don`t want it. Keep it to yourself. You can`t help it, So put it on a shelf. Well hate makes hate. It percolates. You`re brewing up a storm. This song`s the head of your coffee spoon, Mirroring your form. The distortion`s pretty accurate. I`d say your head`s about that size. Your vision`s been so striken by those beady little eyes. And all the broken nursery rhymes. Old hopes cracked open by cynical minds. We`ll try to work them out sometime. I wouldn`t want to be so cool in a world about to freeze. You`re so hard you`re brittle. You shatter easily. And no one`s there to pick you up `cause you fucked with all your friends. Lying there like an unpieced puzzle nobody can mend.
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