It seems to me you shut out anything that might confuse the warped and twistedvisions of the
narrow little paths you choose we're all potential converts inyour eyes I think instead you
need to take one step beyond cause right nowyou're just standing on my head I swore a million
times I'd never play thisgame with you so don't act all offended when I tell you what I think
of you you mouth the party line you learned from all your newfound friends you tellme that
you're feet are on the ground but now you're standing on my head another gang of whitebred
privelaged kids is all I see I wonder if you reallythink that all your rules spell anarchy
react and call it revolution you're stuck in the first step so don't pretend to be my friend
when all you're doing is standing on my head