we're the young ones, the unloved ones
wide eyed and guilty
we're not as we appear
look and you will find
everything to lose, nothing to fear
our stomachs are growling
and we'll soon turn on you
our faces are weathered
from singing the blues
raised on morals long since lost
never looking back on those we've crossed
sleeping with demons night after night
too tired and weary to put up a fight
i ask no forgiveness
i need no salvation
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