Hate TKO

Fix what's broken

If it isn't broke, then break it

The last of our scene

Are circled with pitchforks

Yelling, "Bleach out all the colors

Paint it black and grey

Kill off all your heroes

Destroy whatever makes you feel unsafe"

So write off all of your old friends

Tolerance is a well-swept path to hell

Build a shrine to your resentment

Tell me again what a rough hand you've been dealt

Recirculating the worry

Holding onto your pain

It doesn't really get better

That's just something they say

So, bleach out all the colors

Paint it black and grey

Kill off all your heroes

Destroy whatever makes you feel unsafe