Rejects of Society - Discipline

I see them look at me

When I’m passing by

I see their faces turn

I see them wondering why

When I’m walking down the street

They see my scarred-up face

It’s the cross I bear, I stand on trial

Every fuckin' day

When we’re walking down the road

With our tattooed arms and rings in our ears

They’re just afraid of the unknown

They try to blame us for their fears

So why should I even try?

What’s the use anyway?

You’ll never know what it’s like

To be convicted every day

You will never understand, that this is the way it’s gotta be

You will never understand, what this life means to me

I see them point their fingers

They call us the enemy

The media likes to portrait us as

The rejects of society

You’re just looking for a scapegoat

Someone who can easily be blamed

But I’ll never except my part

To be crucified for your mistakes

You will never understand, that this is the way it’s gotta be

You will never understand, what this life means to me