Maker Maker

Maker, Maker Im sorrier than ever
For killing your land in search of all my treasure
For I have trucked and trekked all over all these flowers
For I have spat and stepped on this ground with my powers
And Ive not lent my greedy hands
To helping my fellow man
Piercing cries all around me and I cant feel a thing
Begging bells surround me and I dont hear them ring
My people are bleeding from my stabs to the heart
And my apathy is tearing my people apart
Maker, Maker Im sorrier than ever
For treating the heavy like it was a feather
For I have trespassed and trampled all over these angels
For I have suaded and sexed them as short-term-ables
And Ive not opened my heart to the less than perfect
Pulled them along and deemed them unworthy
Endless affection all around me and I cant feel a thing
Im blinded by the cons and I turn them into flings
My people are bleeding from my stabs to the heart
And my apathy is tearing my people apart
Maker, Maker Im sorrier than ever
For abusing myself in feeding all my pleasure
Ive twisted over these noises
Ive sedated them with these poisons
And Ive not given conscience chance to fight them
Only consumed substances to hide them
Oblivion all around me and I cant feel a thing
Taking my mind away so that I dont feel the sting
My people are bleeding from my stabs to the heart
And my apathy is tearing my people apart