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
Eat shit