Out of the walls, cockroaches crawl.
Vermin, the worst kind, pushing down what they abhor.
Misunderstanding, hatred with no reason. Hiding their treason.
Keep f*cking down and watch what you wish for.
It's turned back on you.
Have you nothing else to do? Causing conflict when that feeling in you is starved.
No regard, needless cruelty,
When history's been written, generations have passed, you'll be the one with your name dragged through mud.