Society can't bare insult so blame the people on the streets  Wearing chains and razorblades stepping on at their own beat  Safety pins and army boots, dead hair and a fucked up youth  On the edge of common ground, still believing their own truth    We're the persons all alone  Oh, we are worse  We're the persons all alone  We're the faceless, the unknown    Purple hair and metal works running on down the street  Out of money, out of luck without nothing we don't need  Ripped jackets full of dreams on E or tossing speed  Don't wanna be the anti-Christ, I just want to be me    We're the persons all alone  Oh, we are worse  We're the persons all alone  We're the faceless, the unknown