Alien Machine - Hell Lyrics

I can't be civil when you're telling me to die
I can't hold my tongue when you're trying to cut the f*cker right 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 can't stand the art on my skin so I'll flay myself alive and now maybe I won't starve in the street

My existence is not political
My identity is not up for discussion
I'm sick and tired of being ignored

I can't be civil when you're telling me to die
I can't hold my tongue when you're trying to cut the f*cker right out of my head
I can't stand myself when the only way to make a change is likely to be killed by greed