| 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
|
| 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
|
| You’re just looking for a scapegoat
|
| Someone who can easily be blamed
|
| But I’ll never except my part
|
| To be crucified for your mistakes
|
| You will never understand, that this is the way it’s gotta be
|
| You will never understand, what this life means to me |