I Want to See the Finger Pointed At Those Claimed to Have Crossed the Line I Want to Bleed Their Dull Lives Dry I Want to Spit On All the Unwritten Laws They Cling to So Deeply With Sharp Insecure Claws I Don't Care About Your Routine I Refuse to Fall in With the Disarmed Machines I Don't Give a Fuck How Hard You Are Don't Care About Your Incentives Or Your Values If Only I Could Make the Gesture Real If Only I Could Grab You All By the Throat.