Standing so close to the edge   Pumping more until they burst   The only thing not being done   Is getting these bridges burned      Still sowing seeds of hate   Growing nicely in the weak   While preparing for the terror   That is yet to be unleashed      With your gums oiled and greased   And your biggest smile in place   Your role is that one of a priest   To convert them all with haste      Still sowing seeds of hate   Growing nicely in the weak   While preparing for the terror   That is yet to be unleashed      Another lie to calm things down   Storming the winds of hate   Hating all that you create