Turn it off Their voices like nails scratching the concrete floor I can hear it through my door Surreality TV Scheming ways to indoctrinate the teens Telling them what they want Not providing what they need Indoctrinating teens Turn it off Their voices like nails scratching the concrete floor I can hear it through my door Even though it’s closed shut They’re calling me a If only they could try on my shoes But my feet are too small They’ve been bound for too long But not too small to kick back You’ve declared a war, So we’ll fight back A defensive attack TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF

It’s an impulse floating against my bloodstream All the ripples you create resonate throughout my day dreams I’m always in the clouds when you’re raining Making the most of time before we start changing

I’m functional but my mind winds counter clockwise Preparing for the expected surprise Your car runs on lobbyist lies No complacency, I want the rebels to rise If I don’t say it to your face then who will? We are a fractured bone Beaten down by a bourgeois stone I had felt so alienated, so alone Until I got off my phone If I don’t call you out then who will? If I don’t say it to your face then who will?

I never felt so at home in my body Cause my body found a home These colonial landlords set such a high price Abolishing money would be pretty nice But what they want us to do would be a waste of our time Speaking of time, we can’t take it for granted Since we’re anarchists, we can make the most out of what we’ve got! Are we comrades or are we lovers Does it even matter, we’re just a bunch of trans gays Drowning together in this burning world, perceiving each other In the way we all want You know that’s not too much to ask We are restless and we are reckless But it shows how much we care Don’t feel bad if you burn out or need a break The heavy weight of the world is one for us all to share Are we comrades or are we lovers Does it even matter, we’re just a bunch of trans gays Drowning together in this burning world, perceiving each other In the way we all want You know that’s not too much to ask

I’m not one for glorification No gods, no masters, no invitations Look me in the eyes, can’t you see I’m nobody and I’m somebody When you find your reason to Feel the way that you do You can tell me everything you want In the mean time as we wait I won’t be served on your plate I am just a spectre that haunts All the sentient beings are rising up It’s been too long, they’ve had enough Look them in the eyes, can’t you see You’re nobody and they’re somebody When you find your reason to Feel the way that you do You can tell me everything you want In the mean time as we wait I won’t be served on your plate I am just a spectre that haunts (X2) I’m not one for glorification (x4)

남자도아니고 여자도아니고 예술, 예술입니다 어색해 망가진 창문 열어서 숨실수있다 인생 은 놀이터다 아무것도 상관업다 그래서 자유로 놀이터에서 놀자 남자도아니고 여자도아니고 예술, 예술입니다 남자도아니고 여자도아니고 예술, 예술입니다

EDITED LYRICS: Oh concussion, you are the prison bars to my bed When there is so much going on, how can I take a rest The nurse tried to sell me pills to relieve the pain in my head Please just turn off those bright lights was what I said, don’t you remember I have a concussion You profit from the symptoms instead of focusing on the root cause of our suffering You profit from our suffering A-c helped me feel less alone, helped me understand what was going on Fin picked up their phone, along with Willow they came over Good Yen waited with me in the waiting room, I felt like a commodity With my bar coded wrist band, I was just another number to be processed through capitalist bureaucracy Oh concussion, you are the prison bars to my bed When there is so much going on, how can I take a rest That colonial fucker approved the pipeline Fuck this nation state, burn it down, burn it down, burn it down Turn the flag around Piss, piss, piss on it I need to organise, sabotage Those transphobes that collaborate with Neo-Nazis My identity is no ideology Deplatform those fuckers Deplatform child abusers We know better than pseudo-science We know better than hate White cis het patriarchy feels threatened So let’s keep making it gay let’s keep making it gay Oh concussion, you are the prison bars to my bed When there is so much going on, how can I take a rest But maybe I need to take a break Can’t organise with a head ache We all need to care Remember to take care Maybe the universe had to whack me on my head To remind me to not push myself past my limit and burn out Cleanse myself of a capitalist conditioning of needing to be overproductive

The hour glass sand glides through my fingers My eyes flood, and my throat dries up My head is a forest fire Did you get what you want? Are you satisfied? You crave infanticide You would rather we die Did you get what you want? Are you satisfied? Your profits suck out life I’ve said my goodbyes I remember being 10 years old Lying on my bed, staring at the clouds on my ceiling I was hopeless, and scared of death It was a sinking feeling I’m still that 10 year old kid But the science has sunk in I know what we’re dealing with It’s a revolutionary feeling Did you get what you want? Are you satisfied? You crave infanticide You would rather we die Did you get what you want? Are you satisfied? Your profits suck out life I’ve said my goodbyes

Don’t meet me half way Meet me at the intersection Let’s go all the way We’ve been too patient None of these hierarchies are set in stone Cause I feel emancipation in my bones She goes to work Then comes home to more work Her boss is a jerk And so is her husband But one day she’ll break And one day she’ll say “I won’t be productive for you I won’t be reproductive for you” We bring out the best in each other That’s what we do with our fingers Don’t meet me half way Meet me at the intersection Let’s go all the way We’ve been too patient

We don’t want your rights We want to smashy smashy Don’t tell us what to do Cmon lets bashy fashy We won’t follow your schedule We won’t follow you to the elections We want to live for our own pleasure Destroy all forms of domination We’re not here for your pleasure We’re not here for your profits Fuck you and this labour Community over institutions! We don’t want the same shit just controlled by someone else We will burn your tools of domination Don’t need someone to stand in the middle of the way To take up and exploit a space that was never ours anyway We’re not here for your pleasure We’re not here for your profits Fuck you and this labour Community over institutions! The sage has nothing to say to you She won’t operate within the confines of your debates She seeks and provides wisdom Too profound for words to replicate You’re all talk (x4) We don’t exist to make our manifestations palatable for your consumption We don’t exist to make our manifestations palatable for your consumption