Never tries to make amends
The rules they break, they try to bend
Never wants a simple end
For without conflict, reprimand
Contort our beliefs
To mindless little thieves
Never would’ve grieved
Unless they’re part of me
Terrorize them till they break
Bomb them so they’ll stay awake
Make them bleed for heaven’s sake
Never wonder what’s at steak
The ****** of many
The death of the plenty
We blow up the married
For a peaceful contrary