I'm sorry, you're blind?
I'm sorry you're blind.
I'm sorry for your blindness.
I'm sorry your real enemy is savage and invisible to you.
I'm sorry that your curiosity killed seeing eyes.
Next time know the war you fight is not a friendly one.
Give me your hand so I can apologize with my knife.
I'm sorry, it hurts?
I'm sorry it hurts.
I'm sorry it's hurtful.
I'm sorry you're dying to escape the stabbing thrusts of my knife.
I'm sorry I'm your enemy now.
Next time know that war is only the start.
Give me your heart and your mind and your body.
So saying, the monster leaves the scene of the crime with another meal.
So saying, the war continues to rush home, where destiny lives.
So saying, freedom returns to its throne, guaranteed a place in the spotlight.
Mock my lack of sight and foresight, will you?
Will you mock my lack of sight and foresight?
Go ahead and mock me, silently, from the pan or the pot,
where there's always something cooking in my kitchen.
Second helpings? Why, yes, of course! For me, that is...