Bubbles of blood rise and pop. Preexisting fools create new ones by pushing the buttons of machismo (patience lead to failure/on your way) to make us respond like the rest of the mindless. No it won't happen. The conversion from sensible to senseless will not be made. You can't have me. Im stronger than that, than you. My hands will be washed clean while yours, they stay dirty. These ideals we hold so dear mean nothing. You raise your fist to me. I see through them, through you (show me your face/foresight in time-watching the way that you see me/foresight in time-watching the way you look in my eyes)