Ignore emotion, determined fate,   Kill for peace, who's saviour saves?   A silent scream murmurs in my belly.      Something's wrong, what's the matter with me?   Around my wrist is a string of bumblebees.   In front of me I can’t shake these signs I see   All telling me how I just can't be me.      So now... some heads will roll.   I can't be saved from your colourless early grave   This time.      The heretics will be crucified,   Spirituality's been monopolised.   Wrong side up, I was flipped around in my sleep,   Woke up with no ambition to be free.   My head down under, stuck below my feet,   If they get the earth, who'll inherit the meek?      And now... some heads will roll.   I won't be saved from your colourless early grave   This time.