Tear it from the roots
Put some sensible managment
A court of justice
So we can know what's right

You've been speaking for years
But it was never your words
These breaths have been stolen
You're not real

Fitting in was the cross
I carried it for years
A smile to the nation
Always at your will

We have the right to be different
But there's a crime to it
In my case, it's a privilege