Kissing You With My Fists

I sit and stare
 Haven't got a prayer
 Anticipating a future filled with despair
 Deep underground
 Amongst the crowd
 A hateful venom of which I am proud
 Kissing you with my fists
 Spurred on by these sounds
 Composure found
 By these restraints no longer am I bound
 Like those before
 Also implored
 To eradicate those that they too abhor
 Kissing you with my fists
 This urge to fight within me starts to spread
 Subliminal messages infect my head
 Songs of Weeping and The Hamburger Lady
 And Myra Hindley and Ian Brady
 Throbbing Gristle will make me assault mankind
 An audio weapon, a hate intensified
 It's them
 To blame
 Not me
 Kissing you with my fists
 Amongst the crowd
 On London's Underground
 Listening still, I sit and stare them out
 Pulling to my stop
 This is where I get off
 Leaving behind my fantasy of those who get the chop
 Kissing you with my fists