We've been damaged,
yes it's true
but we will last
longer than you.
We've all been hurt
through out our lives
but damaged ones,
we will survive.
We've taken all
the world has thrown
and in the darkness
we have shown.
The damaged onces
will finally rise
with stark defiance
in our eyes.
Though onces we where fallen,
we now stand
to offer forth
a helping hand.
To those still down,
but not yet out,
to rise with us
and join our shout
For freedom from
all of our foes.
Why they fight us
no one knows.
The way we act?
The way we dress?
Soon we'll make
them all confess
That we're not evil
in our hearts,
just because we
love the dark.
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