Covered in bleached white sheets   So suffocating but the red is staining   And tainting my view   We were expected to fall   Expected to crumble   But we'll show you all      So stand now grinning   How foolish you look, how foolish you are   With your fickle hearts, (BLACKTOP!) passion expired   We've got compassion   Where's your compassion      May pride be your fall   Caesar's fate be yours   Never gave us a damn inch   Well now you will   We're breaking down your walls   I love it when the rain falls   And washes the red away      How do you like it?   Does it feel like a headache that won't go away