Strange Talk

Deviant, cast out – that’s how it’s always been
Back against the wall again and again
Emancipated from the thought of ever fitting in
Staring out, just another face in the crowd
Wouldn’t cross my mind if I knew then what I know now

To set us apart, know we’re not cut from the same cloth
To set us apart, to set us apart
Know we’re not cut from the same cloth

You got nothing to hide when you’re dead on the inside
Enter my psyche, take a trip through my mind
You got nothing to hide when you’re dead on the inside

You know what they say
You got to be in it to win it
Well with the venom in my veins I go a mile a fucking minute
I can’t remember my name, I can’t remember my name

So bring it back, pack it in
And take it back to the day where we first saw it all begin
If you wanted to know I still get high
High on the memory of you even if I could I wouldn’t save you

See what I got you can’t find
Penetrates the soul, lies deeper in the mind
Like the rest you’ll be left behind in due time
Could have foreseen the nosedive

Despite all my weakness
I scrape my hands to the bone (not wasting misfortune)
I breathe your pollution, but live like I’m not your blud