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A story of pain, loss, worthlessness…
Sadness. Loneliness.

It is a journey through the mind of a degenerate.
It is comforting. It is knowing. It is someone that understands.

We are the rejected, the ones that are cast aside.
We are the ones that are judged, the ones that are hurt by society’s ways.
We are our own vices! We are our own vices.
They will keep us sane. They will keep us whole.
Everyone around us, sees what they what they want to see,
Not what they need to see.
We are our own vices! (We are our own vices.)
These flaws tear us apart.
They rip us up and spit us out.

This life we live will have them at our doors
With pitchforks and torches,
Ready for the advance.

We are our own people.
We do not get sucked into society’s idea of normal.
We are different.
We are misunderstood.
We are our own vices.

They will try to tear us apart. They will fail.
We are together—in this battle of differences.
We will prevail because we are the degenerates.
We are our own vices! We are our flaws!
We are who we are! And no one can change that.