Is there something wrong with me?
It’s hard to speak to you
I swear I mean you no harm
But what if harm is what you think I’ll do?
So I fall, and I scrape, and I drag along the ground
And I reel, and I stand, and I know I’m standing proud
Put your hands, in the air, cause tonight we’re coming out, and
No damn hypocrites are gonna stop us screaming loud, yeah
What do you want from me?
I can’t see; I can’t hear
What I’m supposed to do
You swear that you don’t hate me
I’m doing fine; just breathe
Sing, sing, you outcasts and heathens
Someone is listening
Sing, sing, and beckon them forth
Your desires, glistening
Is this what you wished for?
Sing, sing, you outcasts and heathens
Someone is listening
I find myself alone again
Exactly where I was
The questions from the start of this
Are where I’ve ended up
You fall, we see you
We can hear you loud and clear
Your demands, your wishes
Are exactly why we’re here
Sing, sing, you outcasts and heathens
Someone is listening
Sing, sing, and beckon them forth
Your desires, glistening
Is this what you wished for?