Go For Launch To The Impossible
Thinly veiled contempt shown
through your, sharp malicious tone.
You transfer fear by way of anger,
towards those you'll never get to know.
Let he without imperfection stand up,
and cast the first stone.
Excuses of tradition, like it's written in
genetic code.
CHORUS:
Your vapidity is baffling to me.
Increasing invalidity, with every breath you speak.
Your time is coming soon,
don't be surprised, by what will become of you,
If you won't open up your mind.
This makes no sense to me,
do you really believe?
Individuality's a pathogen.
You treat difference, like a disease.
Hatred based on uneducated misconceptions.
Handed down through generations.
A thought process that's filled with ignorance, intolerance,
and an overwhelming lack of introspection.
-CHORUS-
If you refuse to open up...
Who are you to judge our color,
or who we choose to be our lovers?