Always afraid to speak, self-locked in involution So puzzled of your own irresolution Screaming in revolt, you only grumble You run so bold in fight but you stumble Disciplined! Impotent! Implement! You wait aside in rumble! That's why It cuts right through you! Right through you! Big and grandiloquent, the words said in the mirror A smoking barrel of a gun with no trigger You stand in glory, again you're dusted Kneeled in the corner of your life, you're rusting! Patternized! Methodized! Equalized! Made so well adjusted! That's why It cuts right through you! Right through you! It cuts right through you! Right through you! Right through! YOU! So transparent in your plastic glory A mouth of a sycophant with a virulent spit A cancer eating through the roots of tolerance A pattern rusted, repeated through the week You're... Paralyzed! Methodized! Equalized! In the pattern rusted! That's why... THAT'S WHY! It cuts right through you! Right through you! A patternized sickness that cuts (It cuts right through you!) A cancerous weakness that cuts (It cuts right through you!) The Pattern (Cuts) (Right) (Through) It cuts right through you! (Cuts) (Right) (Through) It cuts right through you!