To set the scene... silence; cut with violence, a young girl screams, then blue and red sirens You're no one on a weekday, the hate haemorrhages behind your face Weekend warriors come out to play only to be put back into place I put you back in your place Make no mistake your tongues on a tightrope, when it falls you'll break They walk as kings amongst men Were just silhouettes of stereotypes trespa**ing in their kingdom But you wont find me at your feet I'll meet you in the place were life and d**h meet Where justice is an obscenity Where all traces of hope smoulder inside of me At what point does blood boil? Emptiness and boredom are a dangerous mix Bite your tongue and become just another cog in the mechanics