There really are people born to bother peace
Those who talk utter nonsense to the church's priest
And whose mind is narrow, brain only knows to sleep
Where logical questions create answers deep

They only know rotting words
And recite descriptive sentences for a person born blind
How much time does it take for them to be kind?
Their solicitation for data gathers more than information
But a bullet as fast as light to kill an innocent mind

Your mouth speaks words
But the more it widens, the more it talks nonsense
Be careful for a noise coming from someone
Whose mouth is destructive enough to ruin an asylum

While I'm also talking things
Make this positive nonsense, a type of warning