The word is changing you've been left behind, claimed your ideals could stand the test of time.
Change your face with the crowd to find your own kind.
You sold youself out and that's the bottom line.
Scene of the crime.
The fact remains, I'm still the same, I've got the edge and that won't change.
This wourld can fake me, fuckin' forsake me, but this is something it will never take from me.

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