Faces pushing close throwing cynical smiles your way
Roaming this vast battlefield alone with clenched fists
Spat at with such venom that you start to believe what they say
Bitter words that tear holes in your heart and leave scars on your wrists
Icy stares that rip through your soul, chilling you to the bone
Such frigid isolation they justify by calling you a freak
Trapped in crowds of monstrous people, you still feel alone
Walking on a torched path towards a future that seems bleak
Finding yourself slowly slipping into the darkness of a black hole
Terrified of living life and the thought of hugging razor blades
The constant pain of their deep-rooted hatred has taken its toll
You become numb and every cursed thing around you save your scars fades