In Defense Of The Genre

(专辑： In Defense Of The Genre - 2007)

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 (oh 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Whose trite teething is outdated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, believe
The twisted web they weave

They can stitch you silent now, or bitch the violence out
I'm disavowed (hey, hey), disavowed (hey, hey)
I'm proud to shun their 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 [x3]

[Gerard Way:]
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
Sacreligious, of Christ or Islamic
It's full of piss and they'll never stop
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!

And kill the kindly ones
The ever blinding 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 (Burning up a black hole)