The damaged people (club version)

歌詞

"Who are you?" "I am what you desire." "I have been damaged. Damaged people are dangerous. Survival makes them so. They have no pity. They know that others can survive as they do." The Damaged People "Sleep... a kind of death, perhaps?" Like a man, alone, sitting on the bench Invisible to us all Like the village idiot who made us laugh Until he raped a girl behind the bike shed Like the 8-year-old boy walking to the park To find his mom because the fridge is empty Again The Damaged People Like the dead man on the second floor No one noticed he was gone until the smell came Like the woman at the station going through the trash While we try our best to ignore her Like the Russian girl who was promised good work But the only job she was forced to do Was to fuck you for money The Damaged People Like the woman selling her body each day To get the heroin her body needs Like the little girl ripped from her family Because her daddy sold pictures of her Like the dying man fighting for his life Trying to win just another (?) Like the gay teenager killing himself Because his parents told him what the world does to faggots Like the world leaders getting high on power I wonder if they really give a damn About the millions of people running from a war A war they never asked for "Who are you?" "I am what you desire." "I have been damaged. Damaged people are dangerous." The Damaged People