They stare and whisper, Point the judging finger. They laugh and cry I'n hysterical fits, Holding together their ribs. They push you down, Make you drown. Their stares make me shake, And I'm fueled with hate, When they pass me with their looks, And they push me I'n the brook. But I swear on my life, That I'm a child of the night. I can destroy you with a thought, And I would never be caught. I am one of the shadows, An Outcast. It is I who will laugh last, With the others of your past. We the victims; both first ajd last, We Are The Outcasts. Your reign of terror comes to an end, And we won't stop until your crown is dead. We Are The Outcasts, And your view of us will be it's last.
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