Society can't bare insult so blame the people on the streets Wearing chains and razorblades stepping on at their own beat Safety pins and army boots, dead hair and a f**ed up youth On the edge of common ground, still believing their own truth We're the persons all alone Oh, we are worse We're the persons all alone We're the faceless, the unknown
Purple hair and metal works running on down the street Out of money, out of luck without nothing we don't need Ripped jackets full of dreams on E or tossing speed Don't wanna be the anti-Christ, I just want to be me We're the persons all alone Oh, we are worse We're the persons all alone We're the faceless, the unknown