| Discarded rubbish left to dissolve like a castaway
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| Stamped as a reject, sworn to reject, you’re a castaway
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| No one will have you, nowhere to call home, you’re a
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| Nameless stray, rules don’t apply, no i won’t follow
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| I’m no master’s slave scarred at birth, bloodstained
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| Never sold, thrown away
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| No false salvation can alter the mind of a castaway
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| No regulations will straighten the path of a castaway
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| Antisocial, anti-society, we’re all castaways
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| They fashion the leash, but i won’t wear it
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| I’m no bastard’s slave scarred at birth, bloodstained
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| Never old, thrown away
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| On the surface we appear to comply only because
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| That makes us harder to detect
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| Under the radar, under the radar
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| Dismantling the plans, sabotaging the schemes
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| Skewing the numbers, shattering the dreams |