I can't be civil when you're telling me to die

I can't hold my tongue when you're trying to cut it out of my head

I can't stand myself when the only way to get a job is to change everything about who i am

The fact of my existence is not a transgressive act

My identity is not up for discussion

I'm sick and tired of being ignored

I changed the things i didn't like

I covered myself in paintings and metal

You don't like the art on my skin so i'll flay myself alive and now maybe i won't starve in the street

My existеnce is not political

I can't myself when thе only way to make a change is likely to be killed by greed