What if one day we just refused to play

With no one to hate, they'd be out of a job

You've gone off script, you just can't walk away

Leave us naked, fleeced and racked with sobs.

Whoa...

We're locked in a death grip and it's taking its toll

When our enemies are what make us whole

Listen to me

No more excuses, no more apathy

This ain't no archipelago, no remote atoll.

All my enemies, they just fall in love with me

Keeping us distracted while the till gets robbed

All our cries were cried

Now there are no sides

Try selling that one to an angry mob.

Whoa...

J. edgar hoover wore a white mink stole

His enemies are what made him whole

Oh, what made him whole

(His enemies are what made him whole)

Whoa...

A three-headed monster swallows tokyo

Her enemies are what make her whole

(Her enemies are what make her whole)

Whoa...

(Our enemies are what make us whole)

We're locked in a death grip and it's taking its toll

When our enemies are what make us whole

(Our enemies are what make us whole)

Whoa...

(Our enemies are what make us whole)

No more excuses, no more apathy

This ain't no archipelago, no remote atoll

(Our enemies are what make us whole)

(Our enemies are what make us whole)