Behind the iron curtain secret doors lie broken and twisted ideals that litter from my floor. It's not that i don't hear you shouting in my head it's just a noise that deadens me compounding my indifference. I need you now like I need a hole in my head i'd give you my simpathy but the space behind these black eyes is dead. It's not that i don't hear you screaming in my face it's just a noise that deadens me compounding my indifference. Lay your head down, lay your beautiful head down. Can the worm turn inside me like a wheel and shut the door of my sensivity to the way you feel? I hate your country I hate this new religion I hate your politics I hate your like of kindness I hate what you've become and so it seems that green has become the new red void of human empathy My head tilts in mock fascination. As I pull the legs off this poor squirming creature But I will grow and take my filth into an unsuspecting world. You can't tell me what to do, the school's no longer in control The parents twitch like a wrimp wristed puppets You and your liberal ideas - what fools - just a rebel without a clue.