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