Teksty: Witch Hunt. ...As Priorities Decay. Mindless Identity.

Put me down for my convections just because I fucking care- Afraid to
show your true feelings- Your negativity lingers in the air- Jump on
the bandwagon- And hide the truth- Fear the inevitable- I see right
through you- Your mindless identity is worn on your sleeve- Stop
lying to yourself- You have no individuality- Apathetic attitude
proves your a coward- Continue to talk shit, think you gain power?-
The truth of the matter is your front is a crutch- Your overbearing
vulnerability is becoming too much- I no longer condone your
undermining ways- Your existence gives me fuel for the rest of my
days- Your front is a crutch!!!