Faceless / Unknown - Disturbance

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