They're gunna want to point their dirty fingers at us, my friends They'll try and say it was the violent movies Of the awful noise we call music They'll try and corrupt our freedom by telling us what's acceptable to wear And what kind of friends to have And they'll try and tell us what beauty is And how to fake it They'll provoke all sorts of ridiculous categorizing Their concern is to take advantage of fear And exploit ignorance And all the wickedness which we endure from false accusation is fine Because we have something they desperately crave Our independence! Constant aggravation from the eyes that seek me out The pointing of the finger to the freak amidst the crowd Blame the little darkness that sits upon the steps For fear they'd truly find the demon lurking in their chest
And several wounds
That they open wide Only feeds more blood To a thirsty god To heal the weak Would be such sacrifice To honor the dead Would come at such a price They Feed their fear to the corporate slaves But we don't give a damn what the media claims Every epidemic keeps the public at bay Now we know what role the innocent plays
Hey, respect! And gimme it, respect! We deserve it, respect! And do it, respect! We choose this, respect!
Constant aggravation from the eyes that seek me out The pointing of the finger to the freak amidst the crowd Blame the little darkness that sits upon the steps For fear they'd truly find the demon lurking in their chest Hate us for our difference Tomorrow we shall see A fear today A fad tomorrow Trendy misery You wear the gear I was exiled for And say it's not the same In every way you stole from us I'm not surprised in any way
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