Stealing Light - Lagwagon

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

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