Make haste and find the future. We were outcasted so tragically. Curse the tide, and shun the sun, who needs it anyway? Become a black sheep with me.
I stayed up long nights, staring wide-eyed at the sea. Throwing rocks and yelling but it made a man out of me.
Make haste and find the future. We were outcasted so tragically. Or curse the tide and shun the sun. Become a black sheep with me.
Follow a flock inside to assemble, and rally. Or fight the flow, and light the fuse...
Conformity it seems all so wrong cuz I always knew, that all along, I'd find solace in things important to me.
And that's the way I want it to be...