I am on the outside always looking innLiving alongside your world, never withinnSometimes there are moments I think I'm involvednBut I never seem to stay, don't seem to fit... I just don't belongnnI live at right angles to the people that I meetnBecause I am never still, not my soul and not my feetnI could walk a thousand miles, ride a thousand morenMy life seems worthless, just like footprints on the shorennLiving on the outside, the emptiness I feelnLiving on the outside, ruled by the hungernnFrom the first taste of this altered truthnI knew I could not live the way that others donNothing can seem to fill the emptiness insidenSo still I search, never ever wait for the time or the tidennLiving on the outside, the emptiness I feelnLiving on the outside, a wound that cannot healnLiving on the outside, the emptiness I feelnLiving on the outside, ruled by the hungernnAll of the blood, all of the winenWill become the same in timennNothing can seem to fill the emptiness insidenSo still I search and never wait for the time or the tidenI am on the outside, always looking innLiving alongside your world, never withinnnLiving on the outside, the emptiness I feelnLiving on the outside, a wound that cannot healnLiving on the outside, the emptiness I feelnLiving on the outside, ruled by the hunger