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We hear your one hand clapping

It's music to our ears

You don't like the way we sound

We don't like the way you hear

Sorry we ain't hard enough to piss your parents off

Hatred's not our policy

We tried that game and lost

You keep saying you're just killing time

Be careful

You're killing some of mine

I don't want it

Keep it to yourself

You can't help it

So put it on a shelf

Well hate makes hate

It percolates

You're brewing up a storm

This song's the head of your coffee spoon

Mirroring your form

The distortion's pretty accurate

I'd say your head's about that size

Your vision's been so striken by those beady little eyes

And all the broken nursery rhymes

Old hopes cracked open by cynical minds

We'll try to work them out sometime

I wouldn't want to be so cool in a world about to freeze

You're so hard you're brittle

You shatter easily

And no one's there to pick you up

'cause you fucked with all your friends

Lying there like an unpieced puzzle nobody can mend