I've always been the outcast. I wasn't built to conform My defense is darkness to build the walls, that keep me seperated from the norm Pin the target on my back, poverty dictates the way. Condemned to die for diverse belief, bible belt slapped across my face. I'll be the gift, I'll be the martyr,for you all. Another man, misunderstood, the nailed onto a cross.
Time, trick or a lie? The past is just a memory, the future just a booking to die. Free, truth or philosophy? 18 years of stolen now from me, finally, West Memphis free!
So I listen to Metallica, so I listen to Slayer, That doesn't make me a predator, just your escape goat killer. So I dress in black, turned on by things you'd never understand. Cast your stones and stand against everything your god's spoken.
And I'll be the gift, I'll be the martyr, to you all, Just another man misunderstood, crucified for your loss.
The only similarity, between all of you and me, would be absolutely nothing.
You took it all away, for no fuckin reason, you made it look so easy, and justice fails again. You cost me everything, for what fucking reason you never questioned. The guilt you put on my. Lost freedom.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
