From a mind that was always smashed
To a mind like a machete
Verbal seppuko words that slash
Rend once strong will to confetti
Conscience, implosion, silence, erosion
Violence, contortion, pestilence, distortion
They're never gonna take away our voice
And we'll never stop screaming
They're never gonna stop these fucking fists
'Cos we'll never stop believing
With an intellect totally shattered
To a construct of all that mattered
To a reason no cunt believed in
A foul season of silent bleeding