written as song, not a poem.


Standing in the spotlight of a shadow,
Lost in the consumption of everyone's thoughts,
We must be the nobody's down the road,
No feelings, not a single vein of compassion,
We live a cold life of disbelief; no respect,
Mistakes are made, but blame them on me,
It's all my fault; point the finger at me.

Persecution; stereotypical judgments,
This is all we get from a society that doesn't understand.
Persecution; stereotypical judgments,
This is all we get from a society that can't make a stand.
Is there any hope for change? Has all hope died?
Before you spread the blame, ask yourself this;
Who am I on the inside?

No one's perfect; get that thru your fucking skull,
Living on high; you need to come on down.
You're no better than me, no better than us,
Take a good look around.
Look in the mirror; perfection must be staring back.
Point the finger now; it's pointing back.

Persecution; stereotypical judgments,
This is all we get from a society that doesn't understand.
Persecution; stereotypical judgments,
This is all we get from a society that can't make a stand.
Is there any hope for change? Has all hope died?
Before you spread the blame, ask yourself this;
Who am I on the inside?
Persecution; stereotypical judgments,
This is all we get from a society that doesn't understand.
Persecution; stereotypical judgments,
This is all we get from a society that can't make a stand.
Is there any hope for change? Has all hope died?
Before you spread the blame, ask yourself this;
Who am I on the inside?
Who am I on the inside?
(screaming) Who am I on the inside?

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