Bancate ese defecto

There are too many strange things happening
So that everything can continue as normal
I distrust your informed face
And your survival instinct

I haven't read or watched anything in a while
Because it offends me that everything is so bad
And even pretty people make me angry
And the boys and girls do nothing to change

Because someday this death trap is going to open
But until then you will carry a shadow on your face
And don't presume to be a normal human anymore
And don't act the agile that the defect names you

And I tell you: Hey!, ignore that defect
It's not your fault if your nose doesn't match your face
And I tell you: Hey!, ignore that defect
Even if you fix your rubber bands, girl, you will still be strange (rare)

Mutilated, malnourished, deformed
Glass eye shows your scar
Sailors, bagged faggots
They dance the dance of intelligence

There are too many strange things happening
So that everything can continue as normal
Everyone knows us by face
Everyone can tell by the way you dance