some are beginning to think a little
some have crawled back into their caves
to lick their sore heads
some are changing profiles and becoming
foreigners with foreign made up names
some are reddening with anger for they need
to vent without looking anodyne
some are so brainwashed and fixated they just have
to keep at it
some are in a twist not sure how to balance hate against
obvious common sense
some are desperately looking for other angles to lash out
after all anarchism is about destruction
and that's something they do to themselves and other regularly
some can only feel relevant and significant when they pick on others
for there's really nothing valuable in their lockers
but really the ones that suffer the most are those ones who in hidden
vales get flutters and hot tingles from braying hate and doomsday
when its attention they want for that just get their rocks off to no end
in their sick minds they have a personal relation with this man
much like that movie where De Nero is kidnapped by a crazy fan
there's a thin line between love and hate, they say so you know what I
mean
just think and remember-, The lady doth protest too much, methinks
Some cannot stop and creep away
some just can't, a dolphin is an awesome sight and the passion is
legendary
oh, oh, oh. how we hate that man, lets go trolling again and again
flutter, oh flutter....