there is a special kind of monster
who will claim that they've been turned
that since their enemies are powerless
compassion they have learned

so they reluctantly consent
to abide by what was never their concern
because the thing that they objected to
was choice

if born this way's what turned you
consider what that means
'cause i think you clearly still believe
that we're supposed to be machines

that we are sinful to pretend
that there is more to this than following your gut
or that the current segregation is a rut

well who the fuck asked you
and why is this the one aspect we treat like something weird
the one you have to document
the one that must be feared

the flags we fly have done so well
they're covering the land
but i'm confused and scared
and i do not know where to stand

you make me feel like i should know by now
you make me feel i should be sure
that i should find a place to fight from
so the battle can endure

but i don't have a single fucking clue
which of your many banded flags i'm supposed to be
so i'm a lonely little island
of just me

and maybe you have others
maybe they gave themselves a name
maybe they found a special somewhere
made a place to be the same

would that be better
honestly, who benefits at all
to give us labels
to take away the fragments of control
we could've had

i am a special kind of monster
and i claim that i can turn
that since my demons are all-powerful
compassion i must learn

so i reluctantly consent
to abide by what's the cause of my concern
because the thing i am ashamed of
is my choice