Pa**ed out while you drank the last of my humanity Should have told you there really isn't very much of that left in me Came to with a start, almost disturbed you - wish I could have seen your face So very hungry, disappointed in me, but desperate now you'd had a taste And it makes me burn And it makes me sweat And it makes me hard And it makes me fret I grind my teeth Punch through walls Cough up blood But we all know that It isn't over yet Rocking back and forth in the space that you left behind Reach across to touch you, but there is only emptiness for me to find Feel my skin go taut - I'm going back down; should never have come up for air You're so addictive and I'm dependent on the only drug that cares And it makes me burn And it makes me sweat And it makes me hard And it makes me fret I grind my teeth Punch through walls Cough up blood But we all know that It isn't over yet Not over... Our kind is legion, we don't see your authority Depression contagion, told we're wrong by the minority We are ten feet tall, a million strong - we never need to feel alone again You hide your affliction and call it religion, how convenient - you invented our pain And it makes me burn And it makes me sweat And it makes me hard And it makes me fret I grind my teeth Punch through walls Cough up blood But we all know that It isn't over yet Not over... Fear the things you make to replace you Fear the things you make to replace you We are the things you have made to replace you Fear us, fear us, fear us, fear us