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 (repeat)
Our words are all the evidence we need
Off with their heads (repeat)
With chosen marks we deviate, transformed
Off with their heads (repeat)
As if these marks resemble those inborn