The final factor in a sudden change of opinion Young boys without precedent Set fire to the face of dead presidents The seal of sanity The answer to 'Why don't they?' Grown men of every precedent are slaves to the face of dead presidents Crawl like a snail upon a razors edge Do anything when you call for me When the possessor is possessed The shaming and the smile The in-between of have and have nots The current state of my precedent Is learn to hate the face of dead presidents