Non-Breath Oblige Trickle

This whole world preys on division and hate
And so being liked by everyone would feel strange
But even then, is it a sin to want to take your hand?
When the writing on the wall is screaming "Hold it in"
Giving up and giving into what the masses say
With a smile on my face, I'll throw my heart away
Pucker for the post-truth, last act of the play
On this stage, any love has been withered away

With selfishness, let's aim this sick bitterness and shoot its loud nonsense
At scapegoats bred just for this hatefulness-haute couture licеnses
They'll single you out, cut you down likе it's a game, an
Innocent life is a target all the same
To them it's all a joke if it's not their pain
You're nothing more than a thing to blame

I wanna live, but I'm better off dead
Wanna quit, but you said live instead
Wanna live, but I'm better off dead
Wanna live, but is that a sin?

Am I entitled to my joy or pain?
No, I'll keep quiet, and I won't say a thing
No, I won't fight it, I'll take the shame
So give me your hate