With dismay you meet the rising dawn,
Tired of the endless roam,
You've lost your way and there is no return
place you long ago called home.
With a burnt out soul and broken will,
After years of pain you've suffered through,
freedom-loving breath they'd kill,
There's nothing left of the real you
Blind to your pain, deaf to all the words
Never even cared to take you as you are,
Crippling your life, treated you like nasty stray,
Refused to be their
slave, you're labeled pariah.
Life has past, and all is gone,
And bleeding mind no longer cares,
And only labeled heart
and crown of thorns
Still bring you back in your nightmares...
Living in the hell they proudly call society,
Burning with the hate they've sown in your heart,
Trying to retain your life grain of sanity,
Which let you be yourself which
stamps you pariah.
I've got no heart, I've got no thoughts, I've got no face,
I suffocate, I can't tear out from your embrace,
And day by day, through all my life I obey your will,
I'm just the one among the crowd you slowly kill.