Fine turn:

We don’t need the key to get in
We’ll break it and step in

We don’t need the time to stop
We’ll stay still to put up a lock

We don’t want you to care
Our self we’ll find our share

We don’t want you near
We’ll cut the throat, end all fear

We don’t need these smiles
We’ll grab flowers to stack in piles

We don’t want u to pray
We’ll jump high and fray

We don’t want u to hold
We’ll toss the noose to die cold