This is the scream
Of a thousand misfit toys
This is the hurt
Of a thousand girls and boys
These are the tears
Of fallen angels in the sky
This is the blood
Of those who have died
We will not be puppets
In your fucked up little play
We will not be peices
In your screwed up little game
We wont be the victems
Of your horrid little crimes
We wont be the demons
In your prophetic little cries
This is the scream
Of a thousand misfit toys
This is the hurt
Of a thousand girls and boys
These are the tears
Of fallen angels in the sky
This is the blood
Of those who have died
We will be the misfits
In your stuck up little worl