They live within us
Like nettles amongst the flowers
Like spiders they take us
To kill just like the hunted flies
They sink their teeth in to our
Already bleeding flesh
We have no time to fight
Or time to heal
The snakes they slither
Within the engine of the old machine
They think that what they do
Makes us
But there's no words for a hatred
That I have never seen
For the ones that try
To take my freedom away from me
Just think