I’d rating die probing something
Than see the urge, shot to fucking pieces
Rip that face off — who goes there?
You may — you may doubt the necessity
You may — you may feign incredulity
On break — you’re toeing the line!
Quadruple standarts
For a set of ruler
So you don’t fall prey
To the ill-at-ease — who goes there?
Cast out — cast out to private hell
Where the — where the loose lipped freely expel…
…Streams — of odious, twisted rationale
Streams — of odious, twisted, raving rationale
Rationale!
Be seen-and-not-heard
Balance of disturbance
Decorum? Ooh…ooh
The earnest refusal
The bleating manoeuvre
Decorum? Ooh…ooh
Streams — of wretched, heiniuos rationale
Streams — of wretched, heiniuos, depraved rationale
Rationale!
Buying the rawest deal
Dither, by dutyful
Apologish…ooh
I’d rather die doubting something
Than be consigned to anonymity
Kicking, screaming — who goes there?
You may — surrender manfully
You may — you may die in captivity
