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