In Defense Of The Genre-Say Anything


Can't you see my dear?
What you create is greater than great?
It's beautiful and valid
Go tell a false friend who doubts your art
"Hey, toss my caustic salad."
Their noise pollution is a one-night stand
A closet corporate ballad
Compose the theme, compose the theme
That seems to haunt the sultan's dreams

Yes their truth is a lie, a sickly sober sky
Don't you dare lay down your spear and die, oh small
fry

Crime of the century, know what it meant to me
They'll label us what they can never be
Sing "hate me, but I am in your heart,
I am in your heart, pulling it apart"

All those magazines and stifled teens whose trite
teething is outdated
Have miniscule minds of clay in need of chiseling away

This war's been reinstated
So spit a wad in the face of their fucking flawless
race
And all they've consecrated
I won't believe
believe, believe, believe, believe
the twisted web they weave
They can't stitch you silent now
Or bitch the violence out
I'm disavowed
Disavowed
I'm proud to shun their know-how
The wolf begat the lamb
And now it's in his hands
I'm reeling from a feeling that they banned

Our last stand goes
I am in your heart
Burning up a black hole
I am in your heart
Burning up a black hole
Pulling it apart

Hallelujah love
Hallelujah love
Hallelujah love

I've got an empty wallet and a record cover
The stage, hot and worn like an aging lover
So I spew a comet of verbal vomit, sacrilegious of
Christ or Islamic
It's full of piss and they'll never stop it
Come on come on come on come on

And kill the kindly ones
The ever blinded ones
We stand and face you now
We will not run
Crime of the century, know what it meant to me
Just you wait, just you wait and see
where your lemming line leads
I am in your heart
(burning up a black hole)
I am in your heart
(burning up a black hole)
I am in your heart
(burning up a black hole)


By
Pedro Torres!