It seems to me you shut out  anything that might confuse  the warped and twisted visions  of the narrow little paths you choose  we're all potential converts in your eyes  I think instead you need to take one step beyond  cause right now you're just standing on my head  I swore a million times I'd never play this game with you  so don't act all offended when I tell you what I think of you  you mouth the party line you learned from all your newfound friends  you tell me that you're feet are on the ground but now you're standing on my head  another gang of whitebred privelaged kids is all I see  I wonder if you really think that all your rules spell anarchy  react and call it revolution you're stuck in the first step  so don't pretend to be my friend  when all you're doing is standing on my head