Текст песни STORM - False Serenity
Yeah!
Everybody
It's
about
time
that
we
united
for
the
same
cause
It's
about
time
that
we
storm
And
put
an
end
to
this
So,
storm
with
me
Storm
with
me!
Here
we
go
If
I
could
make
it
more
clear
that
I'm
not
faking
for
clicks
Then
I
would,
especially
for
you
babies
that
piss
And
moan
when
I
drop
a
song.
Why
can't
you
just
move
along
You
got
some
really
big
talk,
but
it
is
all
through
the
phone
Man,
I'd
love
to
see
and
hear
you
say
that
all
to
my
face
But
you
don't
got
the
guts
I
do,
so
just
stay
in
your
place
And
if
you
want
to
beef,
we'll
go
for
weeks
and
for
days
If
you
prevail,
good
game,
but
don't
think
I
won't.
No
mistake
You've
got
a
demonized
version
of
me
that's
up
in
your
head
You
always
try
to
take
and
twist
up
somethin'
I
said
You
say
I'm
ignorant
but
that
is
immature,
you
kid
You're
tryna'
find
any
reason
to
get
upset
and
pissed
Then
you
get
real
mad
when
I
voice
how
I
feel
in
a
rocking
groove
All
I
do
is
put
words
to
a
beat
in
autotune
Then
you
try
to
censor
me
unfairly
'cause
you
say
it
bothers
you
When
you
should
be
focusing
on
all
the
things
in
the
locker
room
So,
throw
your
hands
in
the
air
if
you
care
To
fight
for
the
right
to
choose
what
you
wanna'
wear
We'll
storm
to
the
top,
yeah,
make
this
public
Middle
fingers
aloft
when
we
tell
'em
to
shove
it
We
gon'
push,
we
gon'
shove
like
we've
lost
it
We'll
mush
and
well
mosh
'til
we
breakout
in
mosh
pits
We'll
storm
to
the
top,
yeah,
make
this
public
Middle
fingers
aloft
when
we
tell
'em
to
shove
it
We're
not
asking
for
no
dress
code;
just
a
more
relaxed
one
You
say
there's
a
dress
code,
so
we're
not
distracted
Funny
'cause
if
anything
is
distracting
It's
the
way
the
dress
code
is
enforced
by
this
whack
job
To
add
to
that,
what
distracts
me
is
the
teachers
The
facial
hair
that
they
have,
that
or
either
The
tats
or
the
fact
that
none
of
these
rules
Don't
apply
to
them
at
all
in
this
discriminative
school
If
it
was
my
choice,
we'd
storm
from
the
front
to
back
While
wearing
what
we
want
instead
of
wearing
somethin'
that's
whack
And
my
hair
will
be
down,
yeah,
it'll
be
touching
my
neck
And
my
shirt
will
be
out
in
the
front
and
untucked
in
the
back
So
let's
raise
our
voices,
let's
shout
and
march
Let's
crowd
us
all
up
and
down
the
halls
If
they
try
to
move
us,
we'll
stand
our
ground
and
halt
Tryna'
stop
us
is
like
tryna'
drown
a
sharl!
(Now
c'mon!)
So,
throw
your
hands
in
the
air
if
you
care
To
fight
for
the
right
to
choose
what
you
wanna'
wear
We'll
storm
to
the
top,
yeah,
make
this
public
Middle
fingers
aloft
when
we
tell
'em
to
shove
it
Yeah,
c'mon,
MA
You
really
gonna'
let
Excel
one
up
you
on
this
one
(Haha)
Nah,
that's
it,
I
ain't
even
gon'
say
nothin'
no
more
That's
it,
I'm
out,
I'm
out.
(Peace!)
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