Don't You Know?

We aren't humans to them, don't you know?

We're products to sell, curios for show...

They'll take everything from us

Even our hope...

We won't have a home

Or bodies that we own.

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We're a means to an end

To justify their ethnic cleanse

You think they'll stop at deportations?

That's what they told the German citizens

While all the unwanted denizens

Were shoveled into ovens

And getting gassed in death camps.

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They'll tell me I'm going too far...

While Neo-Nazis march through libraries and parks

Goose-stepping right past the police beating up protestors

To harass the drag queens just innocently performing at a bar.

Yet it's not the drag queens

Grooming your pre-teens

It's the pastor, it's their scout leader

It's the coach of their soccer team.

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We aren't humans to them, don't you know?

We're products to sell, curios for show.

They'll take our rights away from us

Even our hope.

We won't have any freedoms

Or bodies that we own.

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We can't even protest a war crime

Without police battering down picket signs

While our pussy president sponsors a fucking genocide

I can't believe I'm still voting for him this time.

Because anything is better than another Trump term

And his rabid fan club are threatening murder of 12 jurors

Because the justice system actually worked

But you bet the GOP are planning another coup in the works.

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I don't even know if I'm going to be alive four years from now

They definitely don't like fat leftist feminists and would shoot me down

Will I be able to finish school, get a job, or buy a home?

Or am I destined to die by suicide from the desperation of being alone?

You think I'm overreacting but I think you're not reacting enough

You're not being provocative by pretending you don't give a fuck...

Everyone's a nihilist until their lives literally become nothing

And you'll be crying to have a purpose like the rest of us.

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We aren't humans to them, don't you know?

We're products to sell, curios for show.

They'll take our lives away from us

Grind down our bones

We'll be ashes of the past -

We were never our own.