We’re all the black sheep in someone’s story.
We’re all heroes, soaking in our glory.
We’re the monsters that hide under children’s beds.
We’re the beautiful presence that rattle stranger’s heads.

Full of pointless egos we are.
Going nowhere for nothing.
Trying to prove what we never knew.

We all want to be with the stars.
Heading somewhere to be something.
Trying to find the easy way out,
knowing that riches are for few.

In truth we are the ugliest of ugly,
full of scars and broken hearts.
Hiding behind thoughtless minds,
giving the illusion we want a beginning.
Trying to maintain crumbling walls,
screaming over the masses for something new.

For the world, for the world we are strangers from afar.
Gaining a closer look, we are conniving yet convincing.
Trying to avoid falling into the darkness,
we feed from light which is you.