outside encircling walls we stand our liberation stories only we will retell the voice which will sing our song belongs to us alone once they forced us out but now you could not pay us to return (chorus) different irons we’ve all been branded ugly, weakling, empty-handed a tribe of broken people rebuilt together different irons we’ve all been branded permanent misunderstanding a union of misfits lasts forever like ghosts, we haunt the edges of your world can you feel the center on which we turn? astrocized, unified by what exists beyond the cold reductions and the haze they emit (chorus) from suffering and sorrow we hold no immunity but a hope is now before us beyond futility we claim nothing but need alone despite all your warnings we found a home (chorus) [[Category:Crashdog]]

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