revolution somehow

terror for now

it's not your place if you're not burning

don't dictate how to express our disgust

war on terror and in your eyes

i'm happily on the side of terror

suck some steel, grab a rope

whatever the hell it takes

open your wrists, down your whole fucking script

i don't give a fuck, as long as you're dead

fed under the bed

you sound like a cop

only when they're dead the killing will stop

i don't care if i'm put on a list

i'm trans and gay and mad, might as well be a terrorist

we are all fucked anyway

it starts with us for decolonization

we write the script on appropriation

shut your fucking mouth and wait for instruction

it's a long hard road to deconstruction

if this country is a joke

why am i not laughing

so tired of living in fear

year after year after year after

year after year after-- years of murder swept under the oval rug

i'm sick, impatient

infurated, nauseated

just fucking do it already

kill yourselves