you'll come undone, loving all the
terrible people


Hey, read the news, what's it say
did your boy up in heaven
go golfing that day?

they slaughtered a thousand
most innocent victims
they cut off the heads

so the bodies won't listen

you'll come undone, loving all the

terrible people

Hey, Mrs. Jones what do you know

off a building you go
with your children in tow
you saved them from hurting

you saved them from distance
you saved them from learning
they're rats in the system

and still you won't listen

we generate monsters

we generate victims
we generate islands
adrift in the system


you'll come undone, loving all the
terrible people