when the bit pulls tight the grip is sewn into the reins
  can't breathe it out you'll just breathe it back again
  you mental-pack your chambers full for no reason
  you can name a boil-in-bag blook supply you know
  it's murder on the veins don't you feel it now? viva viva viva
  threatening
  hey - we want our violence doubled (no but really in a loving way)
  hey - we want our violence doubled (no but really want it right away)
  the national temper you know it's written on your face etched and scrathed and mirrored
  back don't you know it's all the rage dont' you feel it now?