Our fathers can hardly understand us anymore. Abandon your straightened thoughts. Forget the j**elers and their priceless songs. Can't you hear yourselves disappearing into the arms of mother/father? Keep your immature pretensions, your love-affair affections to yourselves. Behind my back my elitist die has been cast down upon the unsuspecting ma**es. Forgive them, lord, for they know what they do. Are you going deaf? I will bite off the hand that force-feeds me. Free me Feed me. I walk silently past the ballroom the commotion. I don't know these dances, I am an Old Romantic. I sing the old songs, I bleed the old blood. Would you want to waltz with me? Can't you hear me screaming until my throat is raw? Until Hell freezes Over My dead body will I let the Ravens reign down upon us, Always blinding with their refuse and shame. You'll have to pry their words from my cold dead lips. There's a storm-a-brewin', the smell is intoxicating. We're sick, so sick of this town. Raze it to the heavens, Burn it to the f**ing ground.