urdeadbestfriend: Bad Moves: Hallelujah

"Hallelujah"

It could have been today

It could have been next week

When the cops blew the whistle on a house party

That was some time ago and that was imminently

And it spun out of control cyclically

And the trouble, if you're thinking categorically

Is there's masculine, there's feminine, there's androgyny

And there's in, and there's out, and then there's me

When the state comes to police the boundaries

I was brought up with religion

I'm no stranger to faith

I learned to love thy neighbor in like a hundred ways

But when there's social control masquerading as virtue

Well, that's the type of pill that won't do nothing for you

Then they're drafting up a law a couple states away

Unambiguously, that's in the present day

When the cops blow the whistle on who you can be

Then the riptide pulls you down, hey, hey

When ya do ya "hallelujah"

I see through ya

When ya do ya "hallelujah"

I see through ya

"To express oneself"

Now expressly forbidden

That's a spiritual hell

That's a new prohibition

And they'll boil you down to reproductive function

When they see you as a vessel and not as a person

And then there's teachers on parents, and parents on teachers

A culture of snitching and paranoid grievance

And then it's students on teachers, and teachers on kids

You go "f-f-f-f-freedom," but that's not what it is

When ya do ya "hallelujah"

I see through ya

When ya do ya "hallelujah"

I see through ya

When ya do ya "hallelujah"

I see through ya

When ya do ya "hallelujah"

I see through ya

Looking right through ya, ya, ya, ya

Shut it down