Can't you see, my dear,
What you create is greater than great
It's beautiful and valid
Go tell the false friend who doubts your art:
hey, toss my caustic salad
their noise pollution is a one-night stand
a closet corporate ballad [bad word] the theme that seems to haunt the sultan's dreams

yes their [bad word] is a lie, a sickly, sober sky
don't you dare lay down your spear and die,
oh small fry
crime of the century, know what it meant to me
they'll label us what they can never be

so hate me, but I am in your heart, I am in your heart
pulling it apart

all those magazines and stifled teens whose trite teething is outdated
have miniscule minds of clay in need of chiseling away
this war's been reinstated
so spit a wad in the face of their [bad word] flawless race
and all they've consecrated
I won't believe the twisted web they weave

They can't stitch you silent now
Or [bad word] the violence out
I'm disavowed, I'm proud to shun your know-how
The wolf begat the lamb
And now it's in his hands
I'm reeling from a feeling that they banned
Our last stand goes:

I am in your heart (burning up a black hole)
Pulling it apart

Hallelujah, love lost
I've got an empty wallet and a record cover
The stage, hot and worn, like an aging lover
So I spew [bad word] of verbal vomit
Sacrilegious of Christ or Islamic
It's full of [bad word] and they'll never stop it [bad word] on

And kill the kindly ones
The ever blinded ones
We stand and face you now, we will [bad word] 
Crime of the century, know what it meant to me
Just wait and see where your lemming line leads