Hazy speeches from the ones that do not want to ignite the fire or
Put it out with peace; they are neutral and colourless, and privileged on
A pedestal of human stupidity and sheeple worship; I want to tear down
Their gold idols and rip the red-tape from my harshly regulated body.
Love is not yours to define and my body is not your battleground; if your
Machine malfunctions I will not be the one to fuel it with my blood.