I am the salt of your rotten earth
I am your waste that settles
I am your quiet suburbia
I am your poisoned youth
Everything comes undone, by your own hands
You are the cancer of my soul
You are the rusted blade
You are the image of purest greed
You are the glass that remains
We are the salt of your rotten earth
We are your waste that settles
We are your quiet suburbia
We are your poisoned youth
Cut down the noose