From a mind that was always smashed To a mind like a machete Verbal seppuko words that slash Rend once strong will to confetti Conscience, implosion, silence, erosion Violence, contortion, pestilence, distortion They're never gonna take away our voice And we'll never stop screaming They're never gonna stop these fucking fists 'Cos we'll never stop believing With an intellect totally shattered To a construct of all that mattered To a reason no cunt believed in A foul season of silent bleeding