Seedling - Hate Dept.

The big threads make no sound

They go deaf with the rest

Leaving the downtown

To the rats and the other pests

Cut back, cut the fat, cut the staff

Cut the paycheck, cut the milkmaid

Pee on election day

Piss just like the rest

Same words — all sound like lies

Same face — looks like someone to blame

Same house — on the very same ground

Burn it down

With all the glory we gave you

Bury you

The doggy in the backyard

The one that bit you

Chomping on a bone

Digging a hole

It’s a litle beast

That makes us feel superior

The little treasure is forever its own

Same words — all sound like lies

Same face — looks like someone to blame

Same day — seems a little darker

Burn it down

With all the guilt we feel

Bury you

New suit for the new clown

Fresh coat for the old god

Rant the illness

Spread the disease

A year to build the ship

All for a little flood

The disk proves your loyalty

And the snapshot makes you sick

Bury you

Burn it down