The Clique — текст песни (Number One Son)

Fear and label.
Don’t understand what you show contempt for.
Subject of mockery.
Hate attack me.
Make me the enemy.
Ostracise me.
Don’t spare no pity cause I’m not the freak!

Chorus

Not your freak!
Scapegoat? Not me!
I’m the scorn of the weak.

No division.
Blind lead the blind as they follow fashion.
Slaves to your prejudice.
Uniform your idiosyncrasy.
Don’t embrace me just like the masses!

Chorus

I sit back and make you suffer.
I sit back and watch you suffer.

Show fear ‘cause the hate in your eyes I believe.
Afraid that your own worst enemy is part of you not a part of me.
I see your fate as the rage of your lies rise up with the hate as your conscience disguised.

Twist the knife deep in my back.
Turn around I’ll shove it back!

Shallow eyes and fake embraces.
Plastic smiles on plastic faces.
Cloak and dagger your disguise.
Clear the smoke screen veil of lies.

Is part of you not a part of me.
I see your fate as the rage of your lies rise up with the hate as your conscience disguised.

Show fear ‘cause the hate in your eyes I believe.
Afraid that your own worst enemy is part of you not a part of me.
I see your fate as the rage of your lies rise up with the hate as your conscience disguised.