Making Enemies - A Global Threat

Spew out pea-brain critiques

In fanzines for fuckin' geeks

If you’re starved to live by decree

Feed on flavors of the week

You’re making enemies

Every word we read

Making enemies

Stare and wait with no clue

Can’t dance like your idols do

Slam the door shut and leave so disappointed

All that you got was me

We’re making enemies

Every word we breathe

Making enemies

So quick to show off a knockoff style

So proud you climbed to the top of the pile

Hollow heads swallow empty fads whole

Once they bled all the real shit… dry

A sense of security in typecast identity

You wanted an enemy

Well, you made one out of me!