A man in a mall is about to feel sick
Calling for help while he's on the knees
Either he's strange or he looks bad, and then others look the other way
A woman is walking along the wrong road
Wearing the mark she's been fighting for
But people's mind can't realize she might simply lay it on the line
World is full of stories which have all but the glory
Viewpoints rise above the basic respect that everyone has to have
Standard modes of tagging those who are not on the right list
Lead us all to be in the same way
Look at that crowd, 'cause you're the misfit. Look at the big screen
The public can freely act but from the chair; you watch... they're on stage
Look at that crowd, 'cause they're the real sin. Look at their ill creed
Even though they could claim themselves as saints, you rock... and hell awaits
Judging a book by its cover is wrong
The image on it may mislead one's thoughts
You are there, between the pages and hidden in the middle
You have to lend your ears and use your head
Smell a rat before having the bad taste
Of standardized ways of lying just to be well-recognized
They can turn attention to those who have their intentions
Speaking common words to fill up the air that everyone has to inhale
A brain and more bodies walk the earth saying the same things
And they are nearly everywhere
Look at that crowd, 'cause you're the misfit. Look at the big screen
The public can freely act but from the chair; you watch... they're on stage
Look at that crowd, 'cause they're the real sin. Look at their ill creed
Even though they could claim themselves as saints, you rock... and hell awaits
Look at that crowd, 'cause you're the misfit. Look at the big screen
The public can freely act but from the chair; you watch... they're on stage
Look at that crowd, 'cause they're the real sin. Look at their ill creed
Even though they could claim themselves as saints, you rock... and hell awaits