Stop turning life into a stagnant routine.
Maybe it's better to b*** your tongue.
The more animosity you spit out,
the less we want to hear.
Maybe it's better to b*** your tongue.
Too many hearts filled with hate.
Too many hands clenched in fists.
Relax your grip.
Open the gates.
Open the gates.
Too many hearts filled with hate.
Let acceptance in.
We're here to say the world needs more diversity.
We're here to say we're all so sick of your bigotry.
Pay attention to the choices you make.
Step back and look at all the hearts that you break.
Stop dwelling on what happens when we die.
Start helping others while we're still alive.
Stop dwelling on what happens when we die.
Start helping others while we're still alive.
You need to look in the mirror and ask yourself
"What good have I done?
What are my true intentions?"
It's your right to say what's on your mind,
yet it's their right to keep feeling alive.
We'll carve out your heart; rewire your mind,
stripping your soul of everything that makes you unique.
We'll wipe the slate clean that brought them to their knees.
Will that make you believe in the tolerance you need?
You crown your religion instead of your king.
It's time for a movement to stand up and believe that being distinct is not a disease.
Open the gates.
Let acceptance in.
Open the gates.
Relax your grip of disapproval.
Maybe it's better to b*** your tongue.
The more animosity you spit out,
the less we want to hear.
Maybe it's better to b*** your tongue.
Too many hearts filled with hate.
Too many hands clenched in fists.
Relax your grip.
Open the gates.
Open the gates.
Too many hearts filled with hate.
Let acceptance in.
We're here to say the world needs more diversity.
We're here to say we're all so sick of your bigotry.
Pay attention to the choices you make.
Step back and look at all the hearts that you break.
Stop dwelling on what happens when we die.
Start helping others while we're still alive.
Stop dwelling on what happens when we die.
Start helping others while we're still alive.
You need to look in the mirror and ask yourself
"What good have I done?
What are my true intentions?"
It's your right to say what's on your mind,
yet it's their right to keep feeling alive.
We'll carve out your heart; rewire your mind,
stripping your soul of everything that makes you unique.
We'll wipe the slate clean that brought them to their knees.
Will that make you believe in the tolerance you need?
You crown your religion instead of your king.
It's time for a movement to stand up and believe that being distinct is not a disease.
Open the gates.
Let acceptance in.
Open the gates.
Relax your grip of disapproval.