Political corectness offends me
Delusion/ nothing else/ 
is that forbidding words/ 
will change anything/ 
on the face of (planet) earth
Not afraid/ to speak out/ 
the truth veneerd by liars/ 
even if it makes me/ 
become a social pariah
political correctness/ 
such a huge delusion/ 
a comforting lie/ 
for the mentally weakened
Even if you could remove/ 
all words in existence/ 
you can't possibly/ 
take away conviction
So what if I say words that you seem to dislike, 
if I don't say them it won't change about what's my 
mind
I won't oblige to these senseless rules that you have 
created
Some morons still lament/ 
That I have to martyr/ 
petty little fools/
(the) source of my departure
I can't conform, 
I won't oblige
I still despise
because I...
see the world as it is and it might not be pretty 
but too me this is no criteria
So what if I say words that you seem to dislike, 
if I don't say them it won't change about what's my 
mind
I won't oblige to these senseless rules that you have 
created
semantic crippling/
to pointless rules they cling
where the fool is a king/
the word is disfigured
So what is it you intend to do
with my way of thinking?
Is it enlightment long overdue?
Or the blindfold before the silencing