What Is Worst

Our blood begins to boil

You're measured down to low

Now ask yourself - what is worst?

Hated. Spit on

Measured down to low is what you are

We bring it to a new state

We are who we are

No need to bring this on

Oh, lowest of the low

You've stained me far too long

You think we've gone too far?

Then ask yourself what is worst

What you don't understand

What you don't understand is this

It all keeps fading away

But as soon as it's gone, it comes back

Our blood begins to boil

But our eyes. They are still cold

You thought we'd gone too far

What you don't understand -

What you don't understand is this