Vigilante for life
And anti-strife
My mask don't come off
Instead throwin molotov
Fragments of hope
Soaked in anger
I scoff at your "fire"
And douse the cliffhanger

We don't like to play nice out here
We don't tolerate your red fear
And don't think I ain't afraid to hurt you

[[Take this and picture it
Nicely framed on your plaster walls
Bent neck and all, or, better yet,
From the saftey net of your warm blankets
Its cast a crimson shadow over
The personality you could have had
They say treat others the way you wish to be treated.
But I've had enough
There are no more black stars to ponder
The sky is white and burning
The ozone of our pateince has holes
And we'll step on your path of coals no longer
Maybe its not your fault.
Maybe you really do mean better
Maybe no soul wishes to grow these days
And for that you were caught in an iron bear trap
But for that, or better, or worse
The tension has snapped and I can't hold back
A world in which your hate and stubborn ideals
Are destined to grow beyond where we're at
The past can finally be drowned.
Drowned and tied to fiery cinder-blocks
Propped to bottom reaches of the Pacific
Specifically. Picture a world in which you are not in it]]

I live on the edge
Mountain has been flagged
I take your cry of attack
And spray it back
Our franchise can't reach out of town
You've disabled us for far too long
Time for you to go down
Hope you enjoyed the little song

We don't like to play nice out here
We don't tolerate your red fear
And don't think we both haven't knocked on hypocrisy's front door