What Some of the Whisperers Say
We do things our own way,You're not part of it.We don't want you near us;Hide your freaking shit.You'll never fit in,Though we'll tell you, you will,Then we'll stab from behindAnd we'll kick 'til you're still.We'll tell you we're constant,And we won't be mean,Then we'll stamp on your heartAnd disable your dream.We'll say that we'll listen,Take into account,But really, we laughAn enormous amount.We'll tell you you're worth...
