We don't belong To a comortable place that many call a Scene Feels so safe To gather in clusters and cuddle Where the ceiling's low My question is why To fear whom you're alike? Why resonating with vibrant clichès is required? The bands oblige The secret to be tolerated is to not shine Say again what was spoken and said Here's the line, memorize Now make yours what was spoken and said Not your words? Just pretend Got a flower in one hand And the shears in the other Shiny smiles and clenched fists Speak with someone else's voice What is not inside Can't be put outside You're so full of yourself Full of things you don't have