Politically Correct

There are some things I have to say regarding your blasphemy
And honestly, it's been killing me
Quit driving slander that you speak home, maybe you'll hit the truth
Not a bump in the road or an unpaid toll
You're a high-speed wreck with a telephone pole
Infect my friends, I'll rip the scab away

An unmentioned story on an empty highway
You're gone and all that's left is a lesson and a scar to stay
I hope you know that it's over and done
You can cry all you want, but we won't change
These colors never fucking run

Breaking my back trying to get through the day
And every word that's coming at me makes it harder to stray
Away from every thought we don't want to relate to
Your mindless stance can't alter plans on artistic points of view

Fuck what you think