They’re holding up your life
And passing you around
Drag you on the ground
What could be better
They scrutinize your words
And criticize your heart
Tear you all apart
What could be better
What could be better
Now you know
This is Misjudgement Day
When everything you say is misunderstood
So it goes
On Misjudgement Day
Everything you do is just no good
They say “Your black is just too white
Your red is much too blue
If I could paint like you
I would be better
No they don’t have the will
And they don’t have the skill
But ideas . . . they can kill
What could be better?
Nobody thinks the way you do
Don’t let opinions scare you
Don’t compromise a word
Don’t sacrifice your art
Let the bloodshed start
What could be better
You blend in and you’re safe
You stand out and you’re crushed
To die so glorious
What could be better
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