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I've always been the outcast. |
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I wasn't built to conform |
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My defense is darkness to build the walls, that keep me seperated from the norm |
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Pin the target on my back, poverty dictates the way. |
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Condemned to die for diverse belief, bible belt slapped across my face. |
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I'll be the gift, |
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I'll be the martyr,for you all. |
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Another man, misunderstood, the nailed onto a cross. |
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Time, trick or a lie? |
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The past is just a memory, the future just a booking to die. |
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Free, truth or philosophy? 18 years of stolen now from me, finally, |
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West Memphis free! |
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So I listen to |
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Metallica, so |
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I listen to |
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Slayer, That doesn't make me a predator, just your escape goat killer. |
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So I dress in black, turned on by things you'd never understand. |
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Cast your stones and stand against everything your god's spoken. |
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And I'll be the gift, |
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I'll be the martyr, to you all, |
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Just another man misunderstood, crucified for your loss. |
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The only similarity, between all of you and me, would be absolutely nothing. |
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You took it all away, for no fuckin reason, you made it look so easy, and justice fails again. |
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You cost me everything, for what fucking reason you never questioned. |
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The guilt you put on my. |
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Lost freedom. |