The Damaged People Songtext
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The Damaged People Songtext
"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
"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
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