I want to see the finger pointed at those claimed to have crossed the line I

want to bleed their dull lives dry I want to spit on all the unwritten laws

they cling to so deeply with sharp insecure claws I don't care about your

routine I refuse to fall in with the disarmed machines I don't give a fuck

how hard you are don't care about your incentives or your values If only I

could make the gesture real if only I could grab you all by the throat