Can you tackle me as I am 
And the sting of my sweat against your mouth 
You judge me till there"s nothing left 
You and your opinions wear me out 
 [bad word]  
You don"t know me 
I"m immune, I am free 
Not a slave to your beliefs 
I"m immune, out of reach 
You"re alone, stuck with your disease 
You hate the things that I say, and who I seem to be 
But you don"t look so normal to me 

Serve you daily rituals 
Then make up [bad word] to suit yourself 
Ill never be who you are 
So why don"t I just start to hate myself