<em>This is how to world died.</em>
.

I found the best piece of me.
^{<em>Kneel down...</em>}
<strong>Alone.</strong>
.

<em>Shivering in the dark</em>
^{<em>Place your face between my thighs.</em>}

^{<strong>Three centimeters tall</strong>}

_{<em><strike>Eating is hard.</strike></em>}


Who will slay this thing?
^{<em>I forgive you</em>}
.

Who will play the <strong>butcher</strong> and
End my <em>suffering?</em>
.

<em>I fucked the minds of the masses with the fingers of liberty</em>
^{This is not a threat.}
<em>This is not
<strong>A threat</strong></em>
.

_{I'm not perfect}
^{I'm just me.}

<em>We are all
<strong>Prisoners here</strong></em>
.


If you'll be the <strong>paper.</strong>
I'll be the <em>pen.</em>


<strong>My final plea,</strong>
<em>No one is coming to save me.</em>
_{No one is going to change things}

<strong><sup>The answers will not drop from the sky...</strong>
<em>I will not one day wake with a different disguise.</em>

No.

The only solution?
<strong>Is revolution.</strong>

Art is war.

((I did tweak the lyrics alittle to better fit this current state of artistic enlightenment. Shattered pieces ~Otep.))