| The outside will find us, learn us |
| They’ll counter our judgement, flush it all away |
| Embedded with blindness, they define us |
| For their unholy gain |
| Now remember despite our difference |
| It’s our chemistry colliding for so long |
| Down in the sewage, arms will drag you down |
| Make you drown |
| Voices are shallow from the outside |
| They can never come between us |
| As long as we fight them |
| They flood us like toxic, riddled with green |
| They’re naked demons |
| We’ll chop off the hand that drags us through the dirt |
| Let them know it hurts they tried |
| It’s simple but always effective |
| Make contact less active for their needs |
| Choke them with lumber, starve them of hunger |
| In their cauldron |
| I can see in their heads «they can do better» |
| How’d they not realize? They don’t know anything |
| We can’t do everything all by ourselves |
| We can not let them delve in deep |
| We’re have our taints beneath it all |
| They assume it’s our everything |
| They’re blind, so blind |
| They flood us like toxic, riddled with green |
| They’re naked demons |
| We’ll chop off the hand that drags us through the dirt |
| They will know they are denied |
| They’ll flee down the pipes they came from and |
| Fade away like a green parade |
| We may go through our own disarray, but we’ll overcome |
| And let them know it hurts they tried |
| (Let them know it hurts they tried) |