• Toxicity
    The world’s end
    Will come in pools of blood
    Limbs will be strewn throughout the streets
    Ripped off and discarded
    Blood flooding up the gutters
    Giant cobwebs from buildings to buildings
    A permanent dark hole over the world
    Goths and emos walk the streets
    They wear the color of their culture
    And take out all who oppose
    Blood covers their hands and faces
    Chains clanging with handcuffs on them
    Those handcuffs dragging a hopeless soul behind
    The world might as well give up
    The ones who are ridiculed
    Now rise up and kill those who ridicule them
    So we walk through the world
    You make faces
    You point and laugh
    You make comments
    But do you really know us
    So think about who we are
    We can rise up and chop you apart
    We are like ants under the ground
    Anger us and we will come after you
    Our lips are covered in black
    Our parts pierced
    Eyes covered in mascara or makeup
    Doc marten boots on our feet
    Cuts across our skin
    We mourn for the previous generation
    Chokers and spiked bracelets signify our differenticity
    You make fun of us as we live our lives
    You make fun of our lesbian and gay relationships
    You know nothing
    You push stereotypes on us
    You label us
    You are blind
    Open up your eyes and see us rioting in the streets
    A sea of black
    A sea of cultural significance
    We are the black parade
    You will never understand us
    You will never see us
    We will come for you
    We will be the survivors
    We will create a new world
    One without the stupid people
    There will be no wars
    No bad economy
    Our world will be a utopia
    A perfect paradise for the Goths and emos
    So yeah
    Look at us
    Point at us
    Laugh at us
    Just know that we will be the ones left
    At the world’s end