Žodžiai dainai: Witch Hunt. ...As Priorities Decay. I Am Guilty.

Walking with my head to the ground- If I think hard enough, maybe he
will go away- Screaming on the top of my lungs but no one can hear me-
Words won't formulate in my head- I cannot express this feeling-
Emptiness, Contempt, Vengeance, Rage- My anger bottles up inside of me-
I'm ready to explode- Afraid if I say ow i feel I will be jumped, raped
or killed- But if I stay silent it will kill me inside- Doomed if I do
and if I don't- Trapped in this body with nowhere to hide- Ashamed to
be inside my own skin- Because if I wear a dress I am prey, I am guilty-
And if I don't I am a dyke- How can I look in the mirror and smile if
you will condemn me for it?- I dream of a world where I can walk down
the street with my head held up high- A world where my brains are more
valuable than my beauty- Tonight I will take back what was already mine-
with a dagger, with a rifle, I will hunt you down- Dehumanize you like
you did to me- And when you are gone I will come alive.