Say Anything, Gerard Way - In Defense of the Genre lyrics

Can't you see, my dear
What you create is greater than great
It's beautiful and valid
Go tell the false friend who doubts your art:
"Hey, toss my caustic salad!"
Their noise pollution is a one-night stand
A closet corporate ballad
Compose the theme, compose the theme
That seems to haunt the sultan's dreams

Yes their truth is a lie, a sickly, sober sky
Don't you dare lay down your spear and die
Oh small fry small fry
Crime of the century
Know what it meant to me
They'll label us what they can never be
So hate me, but

I am in your heart i am in your heart
Pulling it apart

All those magazines and stifled teens
Whose trite teething is outdated
Have minuscule minds of clay in
Need of chiseling away
This war's been reinstated
So spit a wad in the face
Of their fucking flawless race
And all they've consecrated
I won't believe, believe, believe, believe
The twisted web they weave

They can't stitch you silent now
Or bitch the violence out
I'm disavowed, hey hey disavowed, hey hey
I'm proud to shun your know-how
The wolf begat the lamb and
Now it's in his hands
I'm reeling from a feeling
That they've banned our last stand goes:

I am in your heart burning up a black hole
I am in your heart burning up a black hole
Pulling it apart

Hallelujah, love lost hallelujah, love lost
Hallelujah, love lost

I've got an empty wallet and a record cover
The stage, hot and worn like an aging lover
So I spew a comet of verbal vomit
Sacrilegious, of Christ or Islamic
It's full of piss and they'll never stop it
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

Killing the kindly ones
The ever blinded ones
We stand and face you now, we will not run
Crime of the century
Know what it meant to me
Just you wait and, just you wait and see
Where your lemming line leads

I am in your heart burning up a black hole
I am in your heart burning up a black hole
Pulling it apart oh, shit