Misunderstood, another victim of fashion

We're still living in the gutter my baby

Kicked and punched, they spat in my face 

I waited for the ending to arrive, lost in the night

Lost to my disgrace 

It's not about the money but it helps

Oh how I'd give my life to be somebody else

It's not about beauty babe but it helps

Oh how I wish I could've been somebody else

Heal the scars

Baby we can already see the stars

Heal the scars

My baby, we're taking aim for the stars

Misdirected, it's the demons babe

And it's the sound that destroys me

Beaten and broken, we have nothing but each other

I lost myself to the haze that night

Lost myself to my disgrace

Heal the scars

Baby we can already see the stars

Heal the scars

My baby, we're taking aim for the stars

We're sick, we're distorted

Because our view's so #!&%ing contorted

We're sick, we're unforgiven

We're the sewage and grime that's arisen 

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