This is the edge of society, the outcorner.
We didn't expect much before so why would things be different now.
The stage's set, the change's made.
As I fall into this secondary lifestyle wishing for hope.
Hear my voice, I'm shouting out.
All these words, that run my mouth.
This is the edge of society, the outcorner.
Just an outbreak of headless thoughts I can't explain.
I disagree with what became to always do what's suitable,
in this secondary lifestyle wishing for more.
Hear my voice, I'm shouting out.
All these words, that run my mouth.
Don't be insecure, why follow the man because of his influence?
And throw away your pride and identity.