Wave your arms and scream, I promise it will Not end the suffering Fist fucked, raw throat Swallow your views till I choke
So don't preach to me I can't believe for the sake of believing And I won't fucking pretend To heal your wounds with my hands
Like sheep from the herd, gather in groups For comfort Crowded mind left alone to hold its Own blindfold Covering up the inner rot that only The blind man can see The real serve as company The only real company