In Defense of the Genre Say Anything (Ft. Gerard Way)

[Verse 1: Max Bemis]
Can't you see, my dear, what you create is greater than great
It's beautiful and valid
Go tell the false friend who doubts your art:
"Hey, toss my caustic salad!"
Their noise pollution is a one-night stand
A closet corporate ballad
Compose the theme, compose the theme
That seems to haunt the sultan's dreams

[Pre-Chorus: Max Bemis]
Yes their truth is a lie, a sickly, sober sky
Don't you dare lay down your spear and die, oh small fry
Small fry
Crime of the century, know what it meant to me
They'll label us what they can never be
So hate me, but

[Chorus: Max Bemis]
I am in your heart
I am in your heart
Pulling it apart

[Verse 2: Max Bemis]
All those magazines and stifled teens
Whose trite teething is outdated
Have minuscule minds of clay in need of chiseling away
This war's been reinstated
So spit a wad in the face of their fucking flawless race
And all they've consecrated
I won't believe, believe, believe, believe
The twisted web they weave