Woorden: The Haunted. No Compromise.

We're untouchable, a breed of our own
In kinship between those who live on the outside
No expectations, no extra weight
Only idiots nurture a dying dream
Make no mistake, a world separates our realities

It'll all end in tears
The remorseful subside and decline
Generations of deadbeat passive receptacles
Brooding in front of their glowing screens

There is nothing to say
Stand down
We have nothing to prove
Our statement is made

We will not, give in, accept, comply
No way out, no compromise

Stand up, face agony, my life
Can be more than a lie
I pledge allegiance to none
My life is mine alone