Heretic

I am not one of you
And I don’t give a s**t
I’m a f*king sickness
Manchurian Misfit

I hate you god
Your sick at the site of me
I breathe in your sin
Bleed out the impurity

Trapped within 4 walls
I can’t get out of here
You did this to me god
Well I still got no fear

Trapped in my coffin
I gasp for breath
Still fighting with
My nails teeth and fists

Free yourselves now
You’re the only ones
That can do it
Shut the F*ck up
And get yourself through it

We are not one of them
We are ourselves
Take one look at them
And be sick on yourself

We are their disease
We are their sickness
Send me to my grave
I’m going down with this

Because I stand out in a crowd
What do you want from me?
I live you die like its meant to be
We are your f*king disease

We are the new they are the old
Shut the f*ck up and do what your told
All this s**t its making me sick

Open your eyes cant you see
They control your life
And they killed me
But they can’t kill us
Can’t you see?

We are the new they are the old
Never shut the f*ck up and do what your told
We are the new they are the old
Never shut the f*ck up and do what your told
We are the new they are the old
Never shut the f*ck up and do what your told
F*ck them all