He's disposed of all his inner mind,
Donned his mask and left the world behind.
He has cancelled all the checks he signed,
So why be kind this time?
You can't see the picture of you in his hand.

Now they've thrown out all the undesired,
Morbid dreams behind a gay attire.
They won't talk about the morning fire,
So why aspire?
You don't want to be what they think is a man.