Maker, Maker I’m sorrier than ever   For killing your land in search of all my treasure   For I have trucked and trekked all over all these flowers   For I have spat and stepped on this ground with my powers   And I’ve not lent my greedy hands    To helping my fellow man…    Piercing cries all around me and I can’t feel a thing   Begging bells surround me and I don’t hear them ring   My people are bleeding from my stabs to the heart   And my apathy is tearing my people apart      Maker, Maker I’m sorrier than ever    For treating the heavy like it was a feather   For I have trespassed and trampled all over these angels   For I have suaded and sexed them as short-term-ables   And I’ve not opened my heart to the less than perfect   Pulled them along and deemed them unworthy-it      Endless affection all around me and I can’t feel a thing   I’m blinded by the cons and I turn them into flings   My people are bleeding from my stabs to the heart   And my apathy is tearing my people apart      Maker, Maker I’m sorrier than ever   For abusing myself in feeding all my pleasure   I’ve twisted over these noises   I’ve sedated them with these poisons   And I’ve not given conscience chance to fight them   Only consumed substances to hide them      Oblivion all around me and I can’t feel a thing   Taking my mind away so that I don’t feel the sting   My people are bleeding from my stabs to the heart   And my apathy is tearing my people apart