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I've seen better days than this
Dictator of love
Stand in the way of happiness
Everything seems too fucking easy
What can be said of us
When love is tested and put on trial?
For not a crime but tradition?
What can be said?
We are the face of perfection
We are the elite
The false sense of tolerance in the hearts of men
And if need be
Another president dead
Give me another president dead
Brothers and sisters
Cast your unheard ballots
Vote yes on oppression
Your ideals are obsolete
The authority of morality
And if God dictates what love is
Who will love the unwanted?
They lay waste to this cold tradition
And take the Gods of old to hell
What can be said?
I've never felt so alive
I've never felt so alive
Oh, give me another dead president
Give me another dead president
God is a faggot hater
Your freedom is on the line but getting a busy signal
A goddamn busy signal
Your freedom is on the line but getting a busy signal
A goddamn busy signal
We are the face of prefection
We are the elite
The false sense of tolerance in the hearts of men
President is dead
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