when the bit pulls tight the grip is sewn into the reins 

can't breathe it out you'll just breathe it back again 

you mental-pack your chambers full for no reason 

you can name a boil-in-bag blook supply you know 

it's murder on the veins don't you feel it now? viva viva viva 

threatening 

hey - we want our violence doubled (no but really in a loving way) 

hey - we want our violence doubled (no but really want it right away) 

the national temper you know it's written on your face etched and scrathed and mirrored 

back don't you know it's all the rage dont' you feel it now?