THERE IS GOOD IN ALL OF US 
THERE IS BEAUTY IN ALL THINGS 
BUT WHEN THE SENSE OF THIS IS LOST 
WE BEGIN OUR POISONING 
WORDS ARE WEAPONS, WORDS ARE SWORDS 
WE USE TO CUT EACH OTHER DOWN 
ARE WE ONLY HAPPY WHEN WE'RE LORD 
AND WE CAN WATCH THE LOWLY KISS OUR GROUND? 

AND HE WON'T TALK TO ME SO THE SILENCE IS SET 
AND SHE WON'T SING FOR ME, ONLY ONE SAD LAMENT 
POISON IS SEEPING THROUGH INTO THE ESSENCE WE KEPT 
REVENGE POURS ON REVENGE 
AND AS THE BLOOD DRAINS AWAY 
IT'S THE POISON THAT STAYS [bad word] THE VEINS 

AND WE TAKE SOMETHING FROM THE SKY 
AND WE GRIND IT INTO DIRT 
AND THEN WE WONDER WHERE IT'S GONE 
THEN WE WONDER WHAT WE'VE DONE 
WHAT WENT WRONG?