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    In Defense Of The Genre

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    Добавлена 10 января 2013 пользователем Миша

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    Can't you see, my dear, what you create is greater than great
    It's beautiful and valid
    Go tell the false friend, who doubts your art:
    "Hey, toss my caustic salad!"
    Their noise pollution is a one-night stand
    A closet corporate ballad
    Compose the theme, compose the theme
    That seems to haunt the sultan's dreams
    Yes their truth is a lie, a sickly, sober sky
    Don't you dare lay down your spear and die, oh small fry (oh small fry)
    Crime of the century, know what it meant to me
    They'll label us what they can never be
    So hate me but
    I am in your heart (I am in your heart)
    Pulling it apart
    All those magazines and stifled teens
    Whose trite teething is outdated
    Have minuscule minds of clay in need of chiseling away
    This war's been reinstated
    So spit a wad in the face of their fucking flawless race
    And all they've consecrated
    I won't believe, believe, believe, believe, believe
    The twisted web they weave
    They can stitch you silent now, or bitch the violence out
    I'm disavowed (hey, hey), disavowed (hey, hey)
    I'm proud to shun their know-how
    The wolf begat the lamb, and now it's in his hands
    I'm reeling from a feeling that they've banned
    Our last stand goes:
    I am in your heart (Burning up a black hole)
    I am in your heart (Burning up a black hole)
    pulling it apart
    Hallelujah, love lost
    Hallelujah, love lost
    Hallelujah, love lost
    [Gerard Way:]
    I've got an empty wallet and a record cover
    The stage, hot and worn like an aging lover
    So I spew a comet of verbal vomit
    Sacreligious, of Christ or Islamic
    It's full of piss and they'll never stop
    Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!
    And kill the kindly ones
    The ever blinding ones
    We stand and face you now, we will not run
    Crime of the century, know what it meant to me
    Just you wait and just you wait and see where your lemming line leads
    I am in your heart (Burning up a black hole)
    I am in your heart (Burning up a black hole)
    Pulling it apart (Burning up a black hole)
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