What's another word for fuck? Sound to incite, tone to give up Everything we are in tenor drift No more than air and spit Machines that move in entitlement
Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer? Maybe next year
Can you cite which one's abused? Those without choice, those in costume Identity of the afflicted mind They want their name on that sign Longing to be oppressed Stealing light
Isn't it sick? Isn't it lit? Unlike the opportunist
Victim aligned Finally verified We're still alive
Oh, to stamp out the meek Our common enemy
Off with their heads Off with their heads Off with their heads Our words are all the evidence we need
Off with their heads Off with their heads Off with their heads With chosen marks we deviate, transformed
Off with their heads Off with their heads Off with their heads As if these marks resemble those inborn