In Defense of the Genre

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Say Anything & Gerard Way - Rock, Pop-Punk

In Defense of the Genre

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[Verse 1: Max Bemis] Can't you see, my dear, what you create is greater than great It's beautiful and valid Go tell the false friend who doubts your art: "Hey, toss my caustic salad!" Their noise pollution is a one-night stand A closet corporate ballad Compose the theme, compose the theme That seems to haunt the sultan's dreams [Pre-Chorus: Max Bemis] Yes their truth is a lie, a sickly, sober sky Don't you dare lay down your spear and die, oh small fry Small fry Crime of the century, know what it meant to me They'll label us what they can never be So hate me, but [Chorus: Max Bemis] I am in your heart I am in your heart Pulling it apart [Verse 2: Max Bemis] All those magazines and stifled teens Whose trite teething is outdated Have minuscule minds of clay in need of chiseling away This war's been reinstated So spit a wad in the face of their fucking flawless race And all they've consecrated I won't believe, believe, believe, believe The twisted web they weave [Pre-Chorus: Max Bemis] They can't stitch you silent now or bitch the violence out I'm disavowed, hey, hey Disavowed, hey, hey I'm proud to shun your know-how The wolf begat the lamb and now it's in his hands I'm reeling from a feeling that they've banned Our last stand goes: [Chorus: Max Bemis, Coby Linder] I am in your heart Burning up a black hole I am in your heart Burning up a black hole Pulling it apart [Post-Chorus: Max Bemis] Hallelujah, love lost Hallelujah, love lost Hallelujah, love lost [Bridge: Gerard Way] I've got an empty wallet and a record cover The stage, hot and worn like an aging lover So I spew a comet of verbal vomit Sacrilegious, of Christ or Islamic It's full of piss and they'll never stop it Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on [Pre-Chorus: Max Bemis] Killing the kindly ones The ever blinded ones We stand and face you now, we will not run Crime of the century, know what it meant to me Just you wait and, just you wait and see Where your lemming line leads [Chorus: Max Bemis, Coby Linder] I am in your heart Burning up a black hole I am in your heart Burning up a black hole Pulling it apart Oh, shit

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Writers
  • Max Bemis