When you shoot upon a star
You won't remember who you are
And you will see
You're the enemy
When it is much too late
You will be lost in the hate
You're a disease
Get down on your knees
You're mean
You're a disease
You're mean
What's it all for?
What's it all for?
What's it all for?
What's it all for?
All of this hatred
What's it all for?