On the rise are misfits,
Given rights to start conflicts.
On the rise are misfits,
With their havoc to leave.
On the rise are misfits,
With their thoughts to believe...
They have been chosen,
To promote all commotion.
On the rise are misfits,
Representing a sickness.
On the rise are misfits,
Breaking hearts that exist.
And on the rise are misfits,
Everywhere to permit...
Suffering and pain!
But who benefits?
On the rise are misfits,
Given rights to start conflicts.
On the rise are misfits,
With their havoc to leave.
And on the rise are misfits,
With their thoughts to believe...
They have been chosen,
To promote all commotion.
On the rise are misfits.
And everywhere they are permitted...
To destroy all happiness.
And on the rise are misfits,
Representing a sickness.
On the rise are misfits,
Breaking hearts that exist.
And on the rise are misfits,
Everywhere to permit...
Suffering and pain!
But who benefits?
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