“If you wanna come with me, we could have a ‘good time’” I prefer when my times are bad, get fucked Or else they’ll tell you you’re a fag, an aberration Who died and made you a cop
Can’t assimilate to your monochrome view Won’t self-flagellate til my skin’s thin for you
“If you pass this barricade, you won’t have our ‘protection’” Never wanted it anyways, get fucked Smile and wave for the parade, riot gear for the demonstration Pride on whose terms? Pride in what?
Words they can’t translate Gestures they imitate Walking to the store, or home from the bar Young lovers yet to be crushed Toxins still waiting to be flushed The break in the broadcast wave Don’t participate!
Wear their hate like a badge Wave their ill will as your flag Their every day is just a photocopy of the last Sleeveless and unslept Unplanned for what comes next A studied veneer of indifference to perfectTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
