Promise Paroles

The stylish saints, their words divine
That contradict in time
In your world I played your rules
They made me misled and confused
But I find that in time the haze lifts when you draw the line

So label me the outcast 'cuz it feels good to not be a part of the parody
I stand alone in your city of dirt
The alien, the introvert

Yin and the yang, they both intertwine
Divides the soul to redefine
And everyday we choose a shade
The shade to portray
What's that shade i'm showing back, from the womb that fed me black?
And you filth that I taste
I rose above and found my place

So label me the outcast 'cuz it feels good to not be a part of the parody
I stand alone in your city of dirt I put this one to all your superheroes YOU ALL CREATE!

So label me the outcast 'cuz it feels good to not be a part of the parody
I stand alone in your city of dirt
The alien, the introvert