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Looking at you with disgusted faces

Judging you for what your not

Telling their children they should stay away

You're a bastard and you should rot

Condemning you, for the color of your skin

And the way you wear your hair

Cutting out any means of you getting a job

Almost anywhere

Think bad of me because of the way I look

That I must get high

Crucify me for my beliefs

For giving you a piece of my mind

Looking down the barrel of my gun

As I watch your head explode

Thoughts like these circle in my mind

Almost losing all control

Jumping at you, with both fists forward

Ready for the attack

Lashing out with all my anger

And there's no one looking back

Spitting in the masses faces

Dark riders, we arise

Standing in a convulsing state

Slammed down by their power

Getting under your

Getting under your

Getting under your

Getting under your

Getting under your

Getting under your

Getting under your

Getting under your

Getting under your

Getting under your

Getting under your

Getting under your

Skin

Skin

Skin

Getting under your

Skin

Skin

Skin

Getting under your

Skin

Skin

Skin

Getting under your

Skin

Skin

Skin

Getting under your

Skin