Labeled

Labeled as freaks, losers, misfits - we're outcast

Never meant to fit into their mold

They set their standarts

Then they sit back and judge

The choice is yours

Think for yourself - or do as you're told

Living in a world - all our own

They'll never understand - what we have

Standing on the outside - looking in

I'd never want to be like any of them

You look at us - you say that we're to blame

Or is it because - you've made us this way

Day after day - it's all the same

So sick of playing - your twisted game

It's hard to be the better man

When everything seems like a fuckin scam

Pay the price - for the shit that we do

There's no one looking out for me or for you

Searching for something that can't seem to be found

Another day leaves me laying on the ground

On the fucking ground