Part of Her Design

I took your war machines

I took your burning sand

You raised your hand at me

I opened up my hands

I'm not the one you think I am

You've been deceived

I came here to learn all the ways to bleed

Show me homicide

Show me fratricide

Show me genocide

Show me sacrifice

She told me it was part of her design

To find an answer to the suffering inside

You cry and I recite the violence of your mind

I'm not the one you think

I'm not the one you think

I'm not the one you think I am

I'm not the one you think

I'm not the one you think

I'm not the one you think I am

I took your razor blades

I took your pills and lies

You shook your eyes through me

I opened up my eyes

I'm not the one you think I am

You've been deceived

I came here to learn all the ways to bleed

So show me homicide

Show me patricide

Show me suicide

Show me sacrifice

She told me it was part of her design

To find an answer to the suffering inside

You cry and I recite the violence of your mind

She made me think for a while

To bring out the other

To suffer

And lie

It was part of her design

To find an answer to your cries

But I feel I must explain

That she doesn't mind

If every last part of you is replaced

You arranged your heads out on me

Showed me the ways to bleed

And now I think I'm ready

To show you what violence means

I'm not the one you think

I'm not the one you think

I'm not the one you think I am

I'm not the one you think

I'm not the one you think

I'm not the one you think I am

Hit me again, my brethren

Sear me with plastic flame

You sent your soldiers to conquer me

Convert me to your culture of pain

And now I think I'm ready

To show you what violence means

And now I think I'm ready

To show you what violence means

And now I think I'm ready

To show you what violence means

And now I think I'm ready

To show you what violence means