you'll come undone, loving all the

terrible people



Hey, read the news, what's it say

did your boy up in heaven

go golfing that day?

they slaughtered a thousand

most innocent victims

they cut off the heads

so the bodies won't listen



you'll come undone, loving all the

terrible people



Hey, Mrs. Jones what do you know

off a building you go

with your children in tow

you saved them from hurting

you saved them from distance

you saved them from learning

they're rats in the system

and still you won't listen



we generate monsters

we generate victims

we generate islands 

adrift in the system



you'll come undone, loving all the

terrible people