For who,
Did you,
Construct this madness?
Was it,
For your,
Sick satisfaction?
You call this justice?
In the form of a machine?

Madmen in uniform,
Privileged to set the norm.
Madmen in uniform,
Blind to their injustice.

Now you ask me,
To cover up your insanity,
It’s killing me,
That you think I’m anything,
Like you.
Fuck you.

Don't believe,
Or expect me,
To be,
Part of your atrocity.
Well you disappoint me.
Thought you would find,
It’s plain to see.
In this pit of tragedy,
They all found clarity.

Madmen in uniform,
Privileged to set the norm.
Madmen in uniform,
Blind to their injustice.
Injustice!

Bring out the condemned for the crime that he's committed,
Let the harrow run him through.
On the sixth hour,
He’ll find his clarity.

You monster,
You can't do this,
To a man,
Wrongful solutions.
Wrongful solutions!

Now you ask me,
To cover up your insanity,
It’s killing me,
That you think I’m anything,
Like you.
Fuck you.

Don't believe,
Or expect me,
To be,
Part of your atrocity.

Cogs flew something’s wrong.
It knew him for far too long.
It cast him in for his sin.