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Music and lyrics by Mark Geisler © 2003 Thoryan Music
 
NOTES: Written April 28, 2003. There were many times in my life that I could have easily met the same end as Matthew Shepard and I consider myself extremely lucky that I didn’t.  Though Matthew’s story was widely publicized, there have been huge numbers of equally appalling acts of violence against gay men that were never told in the mainstream media.  When you know how it feels to be on the receiving end of that kind of discrimination, hatred and violence it alters your perspective.  These are all true stories.
 
When you know how it feels…
To finally gather up the courage to come out
Then have your parents and your family
Throw you gladly from their house
To be despised by those you love
To be disowned by your own blood
(For righteous is as righteous does…)
When you know how it feels…
Then you’ll know that this is real…
 
When you know how it feels….
To be told by finger pointing, self-anointing
Pussy eating, brainless breeding
Fuckheads like you - that you’re less than human…
That you are not worthy in God’s eyes…
An abomination in his sight…
When you know how it feels…
Then you’ll know that I am real…
 
When you know how it feels…
To find yourself walking home then fighting for your life
While strangers rape you in the night
And one castrates you with his knife
Until you die without a sound
Your testicles shoved in your mouth
And you’re left that way to be found
By some strangers… 
By your friends…
By your father…
By your lover…
When you know how it feels…
Then you’ll know this story’s real…
 
When you know it feels…
To be woken by a stranger’s call at three a.m.
Telling you that your son is dead
That he was beaten in the head
Tied to a fence and left for dead
A bleeding scarecrow for the vultures to be fed…
When you know how this feels…
Then you’ll know that we are real…
 
My given name is Mark…
But I might have easily been Matthew…
Well it could happen to John…
It could happen to Luke…
To Simon, Paul and Peter too…
It could easily be you
Tell me, what would Jesus do…….?
 
So, how dare you have the nerve
To say we get what we deserve
When to our funerals they come
Shouting their hate - to the last one
Signs written in psycho-lipstick red
That read “We’re glad your son is dead!”
That “God hates fags and hates them well!”
And that “Your child will burn in hell!”
“You are all carriers of AIDS!”
And “You deserved to die that way!”
 
Well if you believe that’s true…
Then I wish the same for you…
Until you know how it feels….
Until you know that it is real…
 
Oh yes – this is real….

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