Everything's small, everything grows, everyone is what he knows.
Some will raise it and others will shoot it, why are manuals not included.

I think you're wrong, I think you're wrong, for much too long, I think you're wrong.

Picture yourself as who you are not, and you live for just one shot.
Souls turn into food, I think it's strange. Great lifetimes are paid with small change.

I think you're wrong, I think you're wrong, for much too long, I think you're wrong.

If there's a god, why does he hate, everything they ever made.
If this is all I plan to keep, why does he make it look cheap.

I think you're wrong, I think you're wrong, for much too long, I think you're wrong.