They put us to the line,
press a sign on our foreheads
"Gay"
"Lesbo"
"Freak"
"Hobo"
They put us to the line,
where they clean all of our dirtyness
Acid
Poison
Shaving
"Oh, how cruelsome"
They mold us to be all the same
They put us on the camps,
Our only crime is difference
Or the fact that we really liked our pals
In the end it'll be all better,
in the end we're not able to even write a letter
They modify, they hate
and they allways spit on my face
All heil the new leader,
the one who males all the pain
All bow to your new king,
the one who's perfect and vain
And we hear the radio saying:
"Don't worry people, the dicease called
Individual is now all erased"
. . .
Oh hell no
Selite:
Everything is forbidden or argued nowadays,
you can't be gay you can't be freak, you should be same as the popular people.
Yeah, sound like nazisim to me -_-''
- Kirjaudu tai rekisteröidy kommentoidaksesi
