You call it righteous and holy to judge another's love
Then you try to justify it as the word of God above
And as you ridicule your peers they cheer you on
Leaving him or her wishing they were dead and gone
Yet still you continue screaming out queer and ***
And it wears down on us until our shoulders sag
But still it is thrown in waves that persist
Until one of us tie a noose and slit our wrist
Then you ridicule us still calling us week
When safety from your words is all we seek