THE PICKS ARE GROWN MAKES THIS PLACE MUCH COLDER
IT GIVE US SHIVERS THE WAY THEY SHED SNOW
TRYING TO FORGET, BUT WE CAN'T MUCH LONGER
THE SIGHT OF ANGER BREAKS SMALL GINGER HOPES
OLD SONES PERMIT YOUR SCARS TO SCARE ME SENSELESS
MAKES MY SPINE INCREASE WITH SUDDEN PANIC
THESE PROBLEMS STARTED IN YOUR ADOLESCENCE...
THE SIZE OF YOUR RAGE DROWNS MY URGE FOR LOVING
TAKE A STEP BACK, TAKE ONE STEP BACK
TAKE A STEP BACK AND SHAVE THAT PRIDE OFF!
TAKE A SECOND, OPEN YOUR MIND
TAKE A STEP BACK, AND STOP THIS MADNESS
ANIMAL HAIRE IS BURNED BENEATH YOUNG NOSES
IT GIVES ME NAUSEA THE WAY THE ROOTS GROW SLOWLY
I ALWAYS TOUCH IT, BUT IT'S MAKING ME MEANER
THE SMELL OF IT WEAKENS MY UN-HOLY
YOU SAY YOU TASTE THE FROZEN SORROW
WELL, WE CAN FEEL YOUR LACK OF INFORMACIÃN
I SEE THE HUNGER, HATE AND LOVE...
IT MIGHT NOT DO US ANY GOOD...
IT CANNOT DO US ANY GOOD
SMALL MINDS WHO FEED SUCK THREE CHILDREN TO DIRT
IT GIVES US SHIVERS THE WAY SHED BLOOD