Stealing Light

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
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 Can you cite which ones 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
 Off with their heads
 Off with their heads
 Our words are all the evidence we need
 Off with their heads
 Off with their heads
 Off with their heads
 With chosen marks we deviate, transformed
 Off with their heads
 Off with their heads
 Off with their heads
 As if these marks resemble those inborn.