Blat dat dow, etc.

I can't believe what I see.
If you're only lookin' at your self; how can you look inside of me
I can't believe what you do.
When you start bein' like that are time is through
I can't believe what I hear.
Every one of your thoughts are tinged with fear
I can't believe what you say.
I knew I didn't want to hear it before your started, but you said it any way.

It feels like I'm bein' pushed around all the time,
but every one around me says I'm losin' my mind.
Soothsayers are all sittin' on their butts;
bein' like "I hate that guys gut".

If you want to know the truth; I feel sorry for you.
You're hate for your self is what's makin' you rude.
You're passin' out insults like they are dicks for a slut,
but when you are all done; that's not the way I like to get fucked.

And if we were little kids you'd be like "Can you play?".
Then when I'd let you in you'd throw all my toys away.
And when I was sittin' around with absolutely nothin';
you'd be like "you better think of somethin'; the garbage man's comin'".

And at work people would push me over, and be like "Why don't you get somethin' done?
We're not payin' you to fucking have fun!
Now you've got to carry twice as much as every one else,
because your back has already given out."

Then they would trip me, and cause bruises a cuts,
and yell at me and call me a fucking cluts.
Then they would kick me while I was down, and say "See; we knew you were weak".
When the real problem was that they wouldn't let me eat.

I can't believe what I see.
I can't believe what you do.
I can't believe what I hear.
I can't believe what you say.

I won't see what you see.
I'll never act how you're supposed to be.
I won't do what you do.
I gotta keep my self together so I can keep away from you.
I won't hear what you hear.
I don't want to be around you so why don't you stay clear.
I won't say what you say.
I see the direction you're takin', and I don't want to go that way.

But I'm not gonna turn to the other side.
Gotta keep the hate I'm feelin' from makin' me blind.
I have a contract with God that I've morally signed,
and you're lucky 'cause it also keeps me from takin' your life.

Now you have heard the story; I a victim of psychological abuse.
I'm going to hang my own self, but they have already tied the noose.
And after it is all said and done;
as I'm lookin' back my life wasn't all that much fun.
I've heard many over zealous protesters sayin' "I'm being treated unfair".
At the same time these same people are throwin' their judgments in the air.
And there are another type of people who are like "I bring good news";
while they inadvertently establish them selves to lose.
And still their are another type who are like "I'm having so much fun".
As they stuff their ears with dirt, and bite off their own tongues.

You can probably imagine by now that this list goes on and on.
There are too many types of people to describe in just one song,
and if one were even possible it would be much too long.
By the time it had finally ended the human race would be long gone.

I won't see what you see.
I won't do what you do.
I won't hear what you hear
I won't say what you say.