Kill All The Cool Kids
Kill kill kill...
The cool kids
Kill kill kill
The cool kids
Until they are dead
How I wish to be in your ranks
I wish I could be just like you
I want to be you
So I don the black
And some discarded black
Potato sack
And I expect you to like me
I expect you to accept me
Even though I blatantly
Piss on your aesthetic
Because I'm a rebel.
Kill kill kill
The cool kids
Kill kill kill
The cool kids
Until they are dead
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No Gods. No Kings.
Not all beliefs and ideas are equal.
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