Twisted and torn, between Isolation and life
Living or dying, How Easy it is to clasp the knife
And they won't leave me be or let me live in peace
Still they persecute me, when will it all just cease?
But the sheep of the world all herd together
Complete with their sheep uniforms
Top name clothing is compulsory
If you want to be the "norm"
And anyone who is different
Who wants to be themselves
Get torn to pieces mercilessly
Or made to live in a world like hell.
We are many but alone and greatly outnumbered
Sheep stand on every corner, in the shadows we are lumbered
There is no escape, they're everywhere
Narrow minded people all in a row
The individuals are prisoners
Trapped, with nowhere to go.
So I'm twisted and torn between isolation and life
Live I will do, and a weapon will be the knife
Because they won't leave us be or let us live in peace
They just always f**kin persecute us all
This damn sh*t isn't gonna cease.
So my faith is gone
but the fight goes on
We will fight fire with a nuclear bomb.
