The picks are grown makes this place much colder It give us shivers the way they shed snow Trying to forget, but we can't much longer The sight of anger breaks small ginger hopes Old sones permit your scars to scare me senseless Makes my spine increase with sudden panic These problems started in your adolescence... The size of your rage drowns my urge for loving Take a step back, take one step back Take a step back and shave that pride off! Take a second, open your mind Take a step back, and stop this madness Animal hair is burned beneath young noses It gives me nausea the way the roots grow slowly I always touch it, but it's making me meaner The smell of it weakens my un-holy You say you taste the frozen sorrow Well, we can feel your lack of information I see the hunger, hate and love... It might not do us any good... It cannot do us any good Small minds who feed suck three children to dirt It gives us shivers the way shed blood