• I hope chills run up your spine
    I hope you feel dirty, and plagued
    I hope you are diluted beyond repair
    I hope it feels good to be sick and twisted
    Because
    You want me to be just like you
    You want to turn me into your puppet
    You want my life to become distorted and broken
    You feel that I deserve what you’ve given me
    But
    We share the same mutation
    We have the thoughts of delinquents and monsters
    We act for ourselves, us mad-men
    We see the same danger, same plagues
    Broken
    Our heart stands alone in this crazed world
    Being bitten and torn by the putrid people here
    The only heart, the only one, which wants out
    This life goes on in circles, but it ends with our broken heart
    Forever beating, forever polluted by the evil in this world