Make Me Over
You want to make me over
I'm not listening
You say my mind is dirty
You want to wipe it clean
You craft me in your image
You say it's devine
Your wisdom is tainted
And so is mine
I'll keep my flaws intact
As you profess yours are law
You will not condemn me
I don't belive at all
You want to make me over
I'm not listening
I know my mind is dirty
I wouldn't change a thing
It's about time
That some of you are left to die
It's about time
You are the victim of your thirst for homicide
If that's what you want
You'll find hell is very hot
As you scream for your false god
You want to make me over
I'm not listening
You say for acceptance
That I have to bleed
I'll never give you power over me
I know your secrets
You lie through your teeth
Chant your deception
For the world to repeat
I will stand in silence
Truth needs defiance
You want to make me over
That's never happening
My mind was never dirty
It was only free
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