Mr, I spit on your intentions

Well, I've got reasons and reasons is all I need

And mr, I spit on your protection

Stroke by the madness I'm about to proceed



With pure insanity and insensibility

You take business to a totally different level

Pure misery, it's an industry

An industry



And mr, I laugh at your attempts

To tell it's chaos a thousand miles away

When you celebrate the victory, we suffer defeat

Mr, I won't kneel to pray