Fire to the Trash (Fttt)

You made me feel like a weirdo
Cause I didn't look like the rest
But then you paint your face
During Mardi Gras
And then you pretend
That I laugh at that

But I'm fed up
Of your fuckin jokes
"Don't take it serious"
You told me a lot
But after seeing
All that I saw
Those fucking jokes
Will come back to your throat

I won't be the first to die
This is not a movie night
Put your stereotypes together
I'll set fire to the trash

Could you shut up for a while
Look the world you have around
You will start to realize
That we are not so far

Is not just the way you look me down
Not just the way your words hit hard
It's that you think that this is right
That breaks my heart

Oh god
Your hair is so dope
My mom on the phone
"I didn't know you spoke my slang,
That's great!
You adapted so well"
God damn!
I'm sick
Of your ruthlessness

And now when I look back
And I see all the trash
I had to eat during my life
I can relate to my dad

With a smile in his face
But a hell in his head
Puting up with tons of jerks
In front of his little girl

But I've never been blind
Always eyes in my back
And my mouth full of words
Ready to make some noise

I was not born this way
This world changed me as fuck
When you want to resist
You must learn to survive

I won't be the first to die
This is not a movie night
Put your stereotypes together
I'll set fire to the trash

Could you shut up for a while
Look the world you have around
You will start to realize
That we are not so far

Is not just the way you look me down
Not just the way your words hit hard
It's that you think that this is right
That breaks my heart

That breaks my heart