One King Down - In the Blood | Текст песни

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• In the Blood

you think that i'm worthless
you call me different
a useless being a waste, a loss
i beg to differ from where i stand it is you who is lost
a multitude of idiocy
an army of weaklings and drones
follow one other
like lemmings over a cliff
you all live your lives the same
and you call me crazy
poor misguided flock of sheeps

i'm not locked in here with you you're
locked in here with me
i have my own identity

who'd want to be like you
trapped in a fantasy
distortion of reality
your manufactured world
means nothing to me
you think of me as an
outcast i think of you as a lost cause
i have my own sense of self in the blood

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