you'll come undone, loving all the terrible people Hey, read the news, what's it say did your boy up in heaven go golfing that day? they slaughtered a thousand most innocent victims they cut off the heads so the bodies won't listen you'll come undone, loving all the terrible people Hey, Mrs. Jones what do you know off a building you go with your children in tow you saved them from hurting you saved them from distance you saved them from learning they're rats in the system and still you won't listen we generate monsters we generate victims we generate islands adrift in the system you'll come undone, loving all the terrible people