Beyond Alive

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These videogames are nightmares to white girls
Whose worst fears are equal rights and voices dat are overbearing.
Like-whatever-gamers say has no bearing
it's so scary in a press that promotes only smearing
To see journalists talking with their, own words blaring
Alone in their own zone, cold and they don't care
Gamers cries are loud what bothers em all comes out
when we talk about fucking corruption call em out
'Cause their hate is so bad that we can't talk it out
If journalists saw reason they'd probably block it out
Their thoughts are whacked, we're mad so we're talking back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from CoD and Smash
We talk our chants, boycotts and an adblock app
These journalists hit us so we fought them back got their
patreons closed media's a broken troll,
there's no control, we gotta let these phonies go

Sing with me, sing for the year (Sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Come on!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Video games are changin', intertwining in cultures
In the land of virtual killers, a gamers's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only hoes like Zoe
Only GamerGate cos theres no journo that know me
Yet every article feels like they're making mistakes, I guess words are a motherfucker they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
Paint us as nerds and dont hear a word that we say

like they censor us, plus these cisgenders are nightmares
to SJWs who pretend were all white men
how did we end up in a situation thats like this
accused us of being racists and compare us to ISIS
these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Friends turn on you, white knights all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have, they want you to
lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you look like a sexist loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce tantrums
That's why these shitty critics wanna convict us, strictly just to get us off these internet forums quickly

But all these gamers be listenin and talking logicly,
but all these haters be trolling cause they cant see clearly
We want transparency but their grudge is against men see
If we're such a fuckin' menace this shit doesn't make sense b
.It's all political, if our games are literal and were all criminals
why dint anita file a report too?
she didnt, we're just people. you're full of shit too Leigh fucking karmas gonna get you

Sing with me, sing for the year (Sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Come on!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

They say games can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it unzip your pants, and rape a girl too
Well if it can then the next time you assault a girl
Just tell the judge it was CODs fault and they'll get sued
See what these bitches do is hear about us totin' virtual pistols
And they want to scream misogny acting like this shits cool

Not knowin' we really just enjoying ourselves, you guys are writers
Of course this shit's affectin' your sales, you ignoramus
But your words are reflection of self, you don't do research, and then you get your checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it
How you can research practically nothing to being able to write any narrative that you wanted
That's why we fight for our voice if not we don't have a thing
Except for these shit games and propaganda magazines
We post GamerGate on our Twitters all day long
Retweet what we want and know that we fucking belong
.Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives-
Till they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die
Till they throw a hashtag out, and they troll and they bribe
We're nothin' to journalists we the fuckin devil in dey eyes
That's why we gotta seize these moments try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it
'Cause we consider these games golden
And maybe journos will admit it when they're poor our voices live on,
through our feelings that you hear in this song and we can-

Sing with me, sing for the year (Sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Come on!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Sing with me, sing for the year (Sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Come on!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

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from Fake Jenny Death, released January 10, 2015

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