I see them look at me When I'm passing by I see their faces turn I see them wondering why When I'm walking down the street They see my scarred-up face It's the cross I bear, I stand on trial Every fuckin' day When we're walking down the road, With our tattooed arms and rings in our ears They're just afraid of the unknown They try to blame us for their fears So why should I even try? What's the use anyway? You'll never know what it's like To be convicted every day You will never understand, that this is the way it's gotta be You will never understand, what this life means to me I see them point their fingers They call us the enemy The media likes to portrait us as The rejects of society You're just looking for a scapegoat Someone who can easily be blamed But I'll never except my part To be crucified for your mistakes You will never understand, that this is the way it's gotta be You will never understand, what this life means to me