We scratch our faces,
Till we can't see anything at all,
We can't see through our bleeding sores.

We kill the mindless racers;
We keep on rushing to our fall,
We keep on crushing our souls.

Stop pretending, baby,
That you've never trashed your love;
That you've never smashed a dove.

Stop this war, and maybe
We will start another one,
Just for pleasure, just for fun.

This really thrills me, baby;
I crawl six feet underground.
Everybody hates me.
I've lost everything I've found.
I see my damned world, and I
Wanna be a bird
To fly away from this mire;
Don't wanna live in dirt.

We scratch our asses,
And we'll never do a thing at all;
We rely on the will of the Lord.

We lead the way to the places
Where we'll feel no hate or love,
There we'll wage our useless wars.