The light is red but you think you have the right of way
Your morals are dead so you feel you don't have to pull your weight
This idiot thinks the rules don't apply to him
But inevitably he won't be the one to win
(Chorus)
Why isn't there jail time for crimes done against the human mind?
A contusion that never breaks the skin.
Maybe white out would blend it in,
Maybe black would block it out
But yet again shoved away by discrepancies,
Yet again you tried to mess with me
Don't generalize me then get mad when I correct you
The balance is missing and you start dissing all my words
This has nothing to do with someone not listening
It's all about the things that are wrong with you
Chorus
You'd never know my hate list
Had your name in blood
Wash it out, wash it out
Here comes the flood
Chorus x2