Our blood begins to boil
You're measured down to low
Now ask yourself - what is worst?


Hated. Spit on...
Measured down to low is what you are

We bring it to a new state

We are who we are

No need to bring this on
Oh, lowest of the low
You've stained me far too long


You think we've gone too far?
Then ask yourself what is worst


What you don't understand...
What you don't understand is this


It all keeps fading away
But as soon as it's gone, it comes back

Our blood begins to boil
But our eyes. They are still cold


You thought we'd gone too far
What you don't understand -
What you don't understand is this...