Hurtful and jeering just laughing about me. Contemptuous and blasphemous. You just see the worst in us. The agents of disbelief - the rep of democracy - pointing fingers right at me. Don't you touch my religion - don't you touch my god or I will make you listen to my tickin' heart. With vengeance I embrace - can you hear the sound? When my heart stops tickin' yours 'll be blown out! Wrapped up and covered well I don't mind the heat - does this go against the grain? Keep your fingers put at me! Approaching the end the countdown has just begun feel the calm before the storm.
This song can be found on our 2011 record 'Carry Or Collapse'. If you like it - order it here.