Weasel)

It seems to me you shut out anything that might confuse the warped and twisted

visions of the narrow little paths you choose we're all potential converts in

your eyes I think instead you need to take one step beyond cause right now

you're just standing on my head I swore a million times I'd never play this

game with you so don't act all offended when I tell you what I think of you

you mouth the party line you learned from all your newfound friends you tell

me that you're feet are on the ground but now you're standing on my head

another gang of whitebred privelaged kids is all I see I wonder if you really

think that all your rules spell anarchy react and call it revolution you're

stuck in the first step so don't pretend to be my friend when all you're

doing is standing on my head