Poison in the Well

young vacant heartbreaker

do you feel like breaking something

'cause you seem so cold trying to be bold

blank prelude to extinction

your words are misspelled treason

poison in your trust

poison in our hope

do you recall your first bee sting,

how you learned to feel pain,

are you numb below your nerve endings?

trouser kneecap, broken hat

dressed up in broken English

poison in the quill

poison in your quill

a founder of a scene

an uninformed machine

love or hate everything

somehow you see apathy as soul

a fool's youth is no excuse to be an asshole

it's speaking English but I don't understand it

dancing on graves in their ancestors' gold

sucking on air, dispel malignant revolt

rats, what can I do?

my daughter has to live here too

poison in the well

poison in the well

I picture life in the outside lands

somewhere far away from them

hanging from the grid

hanging from the grid

will she recall her first bee sting?

how will she speak of me,

growing up surrounded by imbeciles?

a fool's youth is no excuse to be an asshole