Raised - Hostage Calm

I’d rather be hated for who I am

Then loved for who I am

It’s no surprise, we can’t decide

From side to side, from side to side…

Every passion is a passing phase

But the hell we’ve raised

The hell we’ve raised

Let them throw my flag to the flames:

It’s just the way we’re raised

To hate me for who I am

Than love me for who I am…

We wait for the static to come

It’s no wonder we want to die young

Grab a brick if you think it can change

Grab her hips if you think they can save

We wait for the static to come

It’s no wonder we want to die young

Grab a brick if you think it can change

Grab her hips if you think they can save

Sing the words they’ll read on the grave