Exhibit: Closed

What makes you think it's your decision To tell someone that they are less of a human? It's all dictation from the underground or from the institution It's all, "Be yourself but only if it fits within our vision" To get into their head, to get into their skin I won't let you decide what's human I won't let you decide So fuck off Get out Fuck off Get out It's not about what makes you comfortable or what you expect Expect more Accept less shit (Another dead, Lie in the street In the name of "family" Chalk up one more deceased We see right through you Transparent flesh Self-serving sanctity How can you stand the sight of your reflection?) Your sense of entitlement is to blame Tolerance is suppressed By the same hands ignorance clenched Roles and stereotypes that should have been buried in the past Not the lives of our friends So fuck off Get out Fuck off Get out Eat shit