Remake

We are not the same in any way, shape or formYou don't have the mind to create anythingI'm blind, I'm blind, I can't see through the idiocyI can't hardly see at allI'm blind, I'm blind, I don't even careThere's so much to fear, and nothing to see hereNo similarity between you and meYou've bastardized everything that I needThere's no future for you in this townSo keep your head down and focus on the groundKeep your head down, focus on the groundYou'll never be anything like meThere's so much to hear, there's so much to feelAnd you won't ever even know if it's realAn empty casket in a funeral homeThat's all you'll ever be to me when you're goneIt's like a sinister plot to pervert everything I loveA disease if you please; something to make you believe that this is real,When it's simply illogic.A disease if you please; something to harbor the sleazeA game of make believe, and people fucking buy it.There's so much to hear, there's so much to feelAnd you won't ever even know if it's realAn empty casket in a funeral homeThat's all you'll ever be to me when you're goneI have seen my world fall apart before my eyesI won't let it happen againI am here to destroy…The aspiration of a nation, to remake the same stuff.No creation.