You point your finger at menI'm a mirror to younand you don't like what you seenand they think I'm insanen'Cause I got my own brainnYa know, I really don't carenThey, they don't wanna know menMakes it harder to judgenMakes it harder to stinknnAnd it's always the samenAnd I'm always to blamenAnd they gather outsidenwith their torches held highnNow the freak must dienBut the freak is not InnThis is our last chance to break freenOne last chance before they break menThis is our last chance to break freenOne last chance before they break me downnnBeware - beware of the have-notsnYou're just an image to themnof what they want but don't getnThey'll call you every bad namenBreaking you is a gamen'til you're one and the samen(it's a fucking shame)nAnd you - you objectifynA body for you to burnnBut that body aint minennAnd it's always the same...