Born under attack
Hands are tied behind my back
Everything that I see
Everything that I touch
I'm feeling sick, I'm forming a grudge

Cowards in a wasteland of conformity
Satisfied with human mediocrity
Confined in a hopeless prison
Why won’t you, why won’t you fucking listen?

I'm the bad seed
I'm the stick in the mud
I'm a different breed
Unable to trust

I'm the black sheep
I'm the sign of the flood
Breathe in the pain
And spit out the blood

Born under attack
Hands are tied behind my back
I'm out of time, I'm out of patience
I'm done with being complacent

Disciples of the cult of personality
It’s blinding, obscuring the reality
The lights are on but no one’s home
I can’t carry this weight alone

I'm the bad seed
I'm the stick in the mud
A different breed
Unable to trust

I'm the black sheep
I'm the sign of the flood
Breathe in the pain
And spit out the blood

I'm done being part of the cause
You never listen
To care is in vein
Existence is pain
And faith is a prison