Dont look around at the scenery today
cuz you probably wont understand it
Dont settle down in a permanent way
cuz you havent the right to demand it

Im writing you a hate song
I dont want to have to hold your hand
Im writing you a hate song
And Im hoping that youll understand

Let it be said that it hasnt been said
When there wasnt the will to unearth it
Relive the germs to awaken the worms
Just to ask them if its worth it
So lets get one thing straight:
The halls have narrowed, leaving aphids in the marrow...

So you say so
And I say what
And the difference aint worth debating
I never wanted the mud in the face
But I couldnt have known what was waiting...