What seemed once beneficial for your lifeless drones,
Became more than just a silent whistle to my brittle bones,
As they formed a new disease by spreading poisoned doctrines,
Collecting dirty, bubbled matter, just to feed the corroded toxins,
So now you're goin' down to the places you've become,
Wishing only you had been aware of the evil you had done,
So why don't you stop engraving your intials in the wood now,
Cuz you've tripped upon your own grave, with your head hanging down,
Spin Around for me; Mess up the sacred seasons!,
You want me to just give in to all your stupid reasons?,
Why don't you just Shut Up!, you wealthy, wicked mother's son,
I'm in full bloom, and in the sun; You're out of tune and wasted fun!
Break it all down into pieces for the scattered masses who believe,
Youronly problem is; the faces in the mirror stare back and never leave,
Beautiful disaster; poison ivy league, wanted criminal, and armed hitman,
The only thing that I can do is run away from you as fast as I possibly can.