Woorden:
Witch Hunt As Priorities Decay

Put me down for my convections just because I fucking care- Afraid to show your true feelings- Your negativity lingers in the air- Jump on the bandwagon

Staring- through halfway open eyes Fantasies- of my own demise Always- on the outskirts of my mind Never knowing why Pushing you away 'cause away is

I won't support this sick game you play- This tool you use to gain power- You call it war- I call it terror- When will you learn we are drowning in the

held up high- A world where my brains are more valuable than my beauty- Tonight I will take back what was already mine- with a dagger, with a rifle, I will hunt

hair because she didn't do the dishes right- In the name of honor- We bombed their land, their hospitals- Killed many innocent people dead- Use American flags as

grasp- An empty idealism drapes from every highway overpass- Chic redneck fashion- Waving their flags- Mass-produced like their mentalities- Join the witch-hunt