Tragedy
Censure
Has kept me clothed
Apologize to me
Politely
My only wish
Is that revenge
Could blast me clean

Sometimes
It's easy to imagine
That i've killed you
So you'll have to forgive me
When i send you
Through

Firing squads
And land mines --
I want to feed you bad things
Rigged elections
And force feeding
Are too terrible to think of
But it still won't
Be enough
For all of you
Who've ever hurt me