Paroles de 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