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geschrieben am: 28.09.2002 um 21:38 Uhr
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Rejects Of Society
I see them look at me, when I'm passing by
I see their faces turn, I see them wondering why
When I'm walking down the street, they see my scarred-up face
It's the cross I bear, I stand on trial every fuckin' day
When we're walking down the road, with our tattooed arms and rings in our ears
They're just afraid of the unknown, they try to blame us for their fears
So, why should I even try? What's the use anyway?
You'll never know what it's like to be convicted every day
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You will never understand, that this is the way it's gotta be
You will never understand, what this life means to me
I see them point their fingers, they call us the enemy
The media likes to portrait us as the rejects of society
They're just looking for a scapegoat, someone who can easily be blamed
But I'll never accept my part, to be crucified for your mistakes
Chorus
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