Writing song lyrics on a typewriter Tears in my eyes because I'm torturing myself Cut too deep, my apartment destroyed Purple bruises from the last big fight My unclean body suffering for someone They decided this, they just put another dash in my path He destroyed my big castle of lies My best toys, my tortured sorrows Blood dripping from the mountain Bonfires set up for yet another body to be burned They decide your value Cry big man, fight big man, scream big man They can't judge the elite, they just can't Write a letter on that machine and destroy their reputation They can't decide who has an unclean body They can't destroy a heart just because they want to They wear those fancy clothes but they're nothing but poor Big heads but small minds We don't have unclean bodies, we don't have fucking unclean bodies At rock bottom because they decided this Writing on my surface What am I going to do now my great lord? I will no longer follow this shitty dictatorship I'm going to leave my table stained with coffee I will leave my soul impure I'll leave my drafts of the best songs I'll leave it all behind Burning the stories of innocent people They branded you boy, his head will be handed out on a silver platter 'Cause they always get what they want I'm going to destroy this whole apartment 'Cause I'm pissed, they can't do what they want Cry big man, fight big man, scream big man They can't judge the elite, they just can't Write a letter on that machine and destroy their reputation They can't decide who has an unclean body They can't destroy a heart just because they want to They wear those fancy clothes but they're nothing but poor Big heads but small minds We don't have unclean bodies, we don't have fucking unclean bodies Unclean body? Unclean body? What the hell is that? Unclean body? Unclean body? What the hell is that? Unclean body? Unclean body? What the hell is that? Unclean body? Unclean body? What the hell is that?