Angels Of Apathy - Self-righteuos Lyrics

You, on your high horse!
Get down, fore I drag you off myself!

You've tread on me too much.
Damnation followed in your path,
and you were a slave to your own damn closed mind.

I'm going to fix that.
I'm going to fix that.
Fix it good, damn it!

Cut open a hole till all the closed thoughts are free.
Cut open a hole and bleed you dry of all evil.

Then realize,
there's nothing left.