Today, we live in a world where the righteous are those,

who scream, who stomp, who step on the toes

of those who they deem

unworthy of a voice,

who's opinions are out of line

with the popular choice.

We walk on eggshells, for fear of revolt.

We walk on eggshells, should they dox or revoke.

We walk on eggshells, offending none.

We walk on eggshells, because their strength is gone.

Paper-thin skin and lips stained of blood,

they shout and they demand "freedom for some!

but should you ignore me, should you defend

should you express a belief that won't bend

I will pout, and beat, and scream

I will prove my belief is supreme!"

But don't you fear, you doubted one,

your time will come, when you will prove

opinions do not equal hatred

and hatred does not justice remove.