1. |
Persist
02:27
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No matter how bad it looks
No matter how bad it seems
We will not give up
We will not give in
They can not erase us
They can not disgrace us
They can not deface us
Bathing in blood won't make them pure
We gotta stay in this step, right
We gotta keep doing what's right
Even when it seems like the fight
Is waiting at our door
I know the heart feels numb
I know the rest feels tired
I know the pain is real
And the rest is thickly mired
Tonight we mourn
Tomorrow we keep going
Tonight we remember the lost
Tomorrow we honor their memory
And we remind ourselves
That we never, never, never let it happen again
It's not about the pendulum swing
It's about stopping this thing
It's about stopping this thing
You can not erase us
You can not disgrace us
You can not deface us
Bathing in blood won't make you pure
Go ahead
Filthy your hands
Dirty your hands with me
But you have to touch me first
But you have to touch me first
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2. |
Compassion
02:59
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Oh no
Oh no
You're gonna suffer with me
If you're gonna put me here
Then you're gonna stay by my side
Oh no
Oh no
You're gonna suffer with me
If you insist I belong here
Then you're gonna pay for my time
You cast the first stone
With a line straight back to you
Let's use that as an anchor
To thine own self be true
[repeat]
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3. |
Untethered
03:34
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You think these bloody hands are bound and chained
You think that this means everything is the same
They squeeze you open
They squeeze you closed
Bound or not
I've been thinking that this heart can't be the same
And I've been thinking that the soul remains untamed
Despite what you want
I will not change
Not for you
You think
I shouldn't make waves
You think
I should watch what I say
You think
You can fill my silence
You think
You must interpret me
You think
I cannot know what I do
You think
I won't just do it anyway
You think
I'm a weakness to exploit
You think
Or do you
What you think of as taking away
I think of as cutting loose
It seems I've come untethered
This isn't a problem for me
But it's a problem for you
Or it will be
Very soon
You motherfucker
Try to hammer me down
I'll break the hammer
Motherfucker
You motherfucker
Try to hammer me down
I'll break the hammer
Motherfucker
You motherfucker
Try to hammer me down
I'll break the hammer
You motherfucker
Try to hammer me down
I'll break the hammer
You motherfucker
Try to hammer me down
I'll break the hammer
Motherfucker
You motherfucker
Try to hammer me down
I will break the hammer
You motherfucker
Try to hammer me down
I'll break the fucking hammer
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4. |
Pretty Little Thing
03:19
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Ring out so nice
With love and lust and vice
My pretty little thing
My pretty little thing
The way she makes me bleed
My pretty little thing
My pretty little thing
My pretty little thing
What she takes and gives to me
My pretty little thing
My pretty little thing
Pretty little thing
My pretty thing
My pretty thing
Pretty little thing
Makes me bleed
My pretty thing
Makes me hurt
Makes me strive
Makes me feel alive
My pretty little thing
Pretty little thing
What she gives to me
Pretty little thing
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5. |
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Oh no, I hear
I'm a problematic queer
And I'm not invited to
The Puritan Parade
Oh no, I fear
I'm a problematic queer
And I'd rather be in
The Freak Cavalcade
I'm a loud, angry queer
And that anger that you hear
Will not be used to
Conquer or divide
It's a battery to use,
The energy to fight,
Against those who'd refuse us
Our fundamental rights
A humor out of bitterness,
Positivity out of insistence
That we may harness and use this
To fight
A weapon, let's not pretend,
Is not the means justified by the end,
But a bully needs a bloody nose
Sometimes
And sometimes that
Weapon's just a smile
And mile after mile
Standing in solidarity
You and we may not agree
But we will not cease to be
No matter how much history you deny
No matter what you call yourself
No matter what you call yourself
The gays belong
The bis belong
The pans belong
The aces belong
The enbys belong
The neo-pronouns belong
The trans folks belong
The questioning belong
The unlabeled belong
The label swappers belong
The allies also belong
Every single one of us
Every single one of us
It's not us against the world
It's us against the ones who'd rather we ceased to exist
Imagine if we all kissed
Imagine if we all had bricks
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6. |
Debate Me
01:44
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Debate me
I'm gonna get in your face
Debate me
Don't understand time and place
Debate me
I just assume everything's about me
Debate me
Can't accept other ideals
Debate me
Got no idea how it feels
Debate me
But that's never stopped me before
Debate me
I'll take every fucking chance
Debate me
To tell you I don't believe in romance
Debate me
Hasn't happened to me so it can't be real
Debate me
Something something toxic TERFy bullshit
Debate me
All my history's fucking retrofit
Debate me
But why's that so important now?
Debate me
I didn't come here to listen
Debate me
But I still have a position
Debate me
And I'll yell as loud as I need to over you
Debate me
Debate me
Debate me
Why doesn't anyone want me around?
(I don't care/I don't listen)
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n/a
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