The solitary figure on the fringe
Unadorned and forgotten
Spiteful of the masses, of the common man
They have something you don't or
Is it the other way around?
The masses laugh at you
They believe you are a creep, a loner, and a fool
They can't imagine being you,
Or calling you "friend"
Yet, they can't begin to imagine what you've seen,
What you know,
And what you are
You live life on your own terms
You've disobeyed the mandated script
You've tasted a side of life most can't stomach
You drink deep at poisonous fountains,
only to discover the gold coins at the bottom
Your actions are intimate and sincere
You dance with the forbidden and the ugly
You've paid prices that would bankrupt most others
You create the waves others only ride
You know a freedom the common man thinks only exists in movies, books, and fantasy
Let them laugh, it's all they can do
Let them sneer, they waste their time
Let them become angry, it's how they cope with the fact that
You live a life they are afraid to live
You have tasted fruits they were taught were poisonous
You have looked upon forbidden things and appreciated
A life most don't know exist
And you are not alone in this world
While outcasts are on the fringe, the fringe grows daily
While before distance kept the outcasts apart
Networks bring them together, to be outcasts together
From one outcast to another, to call one another "family"
The outcasts face the world together
And within the outcast's group, the common man is the outsider
You have tasted fruits they were taught were poisonous
You have looked upon forbidden things and appreciated
A life most don't know exist
And you are not alone in this world
While outcasts are on the fringe, the fringe grows daily
While before distance kept the outcasts apart
Networks bring them together, to be outcasts together
From one outcast to another, to call one another "family"
The outcasts face the world together
And within the outcast's group, the common man is the outsider
