Tekster:
Closet Monster Killed The Radio Star

What would it take to see your smile, And what would it take to hear your laugh again, What would it take to trade our tears in for a better day, If

You can dub me "stupid" and you can tag me "dumb" but when our tear soaked eyes were washed away the truth was still as thick as it comes. How can I

I could never say exactly what its like to feel the hurt that we create I'm male, I'm white, I'm privileged, I'm everything that I've learned to disassociate

I can't change the world on my own. So stand next to me and I won't be alone. I can't change the world on my own. So stand next to me and I won't be

Fuck racism. Fuck that brain-dead scum. Fucking boneheads too. Go fuck em all to hell. Fucking bigotry its to 1770's this is the year 2001. (Come on)

I thought this was the underground - that we built something ourselves. A self-sufficient subculture - a home away from hell. The more I see everything