The mocking chair at their conscience states we are the fallen
Down and out in a distant haze
Our names reverberate
Here and now we contemplate on our chosen directions
Many live by guidance bound
By habits and blind faith

Proudly we took the crooked path
Never by the book
Spitted out by our loved ones
Condemned by those we trusted
If growing up means giving in
Spitted out by our loved ones
Condemned by those we trusted
If growing up means giving in
Call us the maladjusted

Narrowed down the things we look for a change of the commom mindset
Must admit to our dismay
A needle in the hay
Restricted by their mind's companion they blindly just follow
Many live by guidance bound
By lies and fairytales

Proudly we took the crooked path
Never by the book
Spitted out by our loved ones
Condemned by those we trusted
If growing up means giving in
Spitted out by our loved ones
Condemned by those we trusted
If growing up means giving in
Call us the maladjusted

Spitted out by our loved ones
Condemned by those we trusted
If growing up means giving in
Spitted out by our loved ones
Condemned by those we trusted
If growing up means giving in
Call us the maladjusted