Society can't bare insult so blame the people on the streets
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Wearing chains and razorblades stepping on at their own beat
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Safety pins and army boots, dead hair and a fucked up youth
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On the edge of common ground, still believing their own truth
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We're the persons all alone
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Oh, we are worse
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We're the persons all alone
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We're the faceless, the unknown
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Purple hair and metal works running on down the street
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Out of money, out of luck without nothing we don't need
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Ripped jackets full of dreams on E or tossing speed
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Don't wanna be the anti-Christ, I just want to be me
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We're the persons all alone
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Oh, we are worse
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We're the persons all alone
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We're the faceless, the unknown
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Faceless/Unknown
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Disturbance |