You indoctrinate to convince idiocy as a virtue. Vilifying intellect and curiosity, damn your plans to control the masses. The creation of a society
A nation of cowards. Our ideals betrayed. Tides of injustice. Traitors to ourselves. Offer my entrails as sacrifice to your God, and then imagine
Defend the young for the plague has come. An ominous cancer is here. Unleash the beast of your scornful misery. This is our only chance to achieve peace
Riddled with sickness, confined to a bed; the sickness dwells inside you in that now vacant chasm. This scourge has left you defiled and broken, forgotten
[Digital version bonus track] [Paramore Cover] (Hit that, hit that snare) I'm in the business of misery, Let's take it from the top. She's got a body