you think that i`m worthless you call me different a useless being a waste, a loss i beg to differ from where i stand it is you who is lost a multitude of idiocy an army of weaklings and drones follow one other like lemmings over a cliff you all live your lives the same and you call me crazy poor misguided flock of sheeps i`m not locked in here with you you`re locked in here with me i have my own identity who`d want to be like you trapped in a fantasy distortion of reality your manufactured world means nothing to me you think of me as an outcast i think of you as a lost cause i have my own sense of self in the blood
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