Well you keep it all in, to yourself Because it's your right And you shrug when asked if you're okay Because it's alright You've clogged all of your filters And it shows in your yellowed eyes You come careless and corrosive For your beloved are your best lies It's more or less moral And now you justify an eye for an eye Because it's godlike You wanna crush all the critics with their own pen-knife And shut off their light Because they're complacent and bewildered And you're feeding off their fright And so you scare them into sickness And that smile creeps to your eyes It's more or less moral And it's all in my hands As I squeeze you to sand And the means to my end May well be at my own hand And I'm falling afoul And I'm burning inside out And I want to be free Of this old heredity