You said to find a way to deal with it   And I’m supposed to just figure it out   I’m supposed to be like a golden trophy   Something nice to make everyone proud      Well don’t make me swallow   Any more of these pills   I don’t want this blood on my hands   I don’t want to stay here on my knees      They’ll never understand   What this is   ‘Cause they’re so content   With their reason      This accumulation is really just bondage   It gets harder to see over it all   So down burn all of the houses   It’s cold and hard and what now?      You start to see what was ugly   The emaciated figures cut their hair   This isn’t anything more or less than before   It’s just so much less appealing without your lies      They’ll never understand   What this is   ‘Cause they’re so content   With their reason      Try to see   Beneath the skin   Try to be    More   Try to break free   Of their grasp   ‘Cause they won’t really understand      They’ll never understand   (Desire in its fullness)   What this is   (The nature of existence)   ‘Cause they’re so content   (At their level of consciousness)   With their reason