Suicide Silence

I don't respect your superstition
Parade of ignorance
Crush the innocent
With their skinny, flailing wrists reaching up to the sky
Searching for light
When there is nothing to see you wonder why
Suffer
It means nothing to me
Suffer
You still what you want to see
A ruthless cleansing has already begun
And it's time to move on
The competition in doubting your ignorance has grown so old on me