Verse 1 We don’t bow to suits or slogans, Don’t clap on cue, don’t read the script Raised on scars and hard decisions, Call it damage—we call it grit They tried to tame us with a checklist, Sell us dreams with fucking chains But we see through all the smoke and mirrors, We don’t play their little games Pre-Chorus We’re the ones you can’t control Too honest, too loud, too real We’d rather burn than sell our souls This is how freedom feels Chorus We’re the misfits—ride or die Loyal like blood, no alibis No mold could ever hold our shape We break the rules they love to make Middle fingers to the throne We stand tall, we stand alone Call us broken, call us wrong We’re still here—and we’re still strong Verse 2 We keep our circle fucking small, ‘Cause snakes love crowds and polished lies If you’re in, you’re in for life, If you cross us, say goodbye We don’t chase the fake applause, Or beg for seats we never wanted Built our own damn table out of wreckage, Yeah, it’s rough—but it’s honest Pre-Chorus We don’t need your validation We’ve bled for what we believe Took the hits, survived the nights Still standing on our feet Chorus We’re the misfits—ride or die Loyal like blood, no alibis No mold could ever hold our shape We break the rules they love to make Middle fingers to the throne We stand tall, we stand alone Call us broken, call us wrong We’re still here—and we’re still strong Bridge (spoken or screamed) We don’t fit because we refuse to shrink. We don’t conform because we fucking think. You follow trends—we follow truth. And we’ll die on that hill with our boots on loose. Breakdown No crown, no leash, no master plan Just scars, backbone, and shaking hands If loyalty scares you—good That means we’re doing what we should Final Chorus We’re the misfits—built to last Too real for your looking glass We don’t kneel, we don’t behave We choose the hard road every day Still loyal, still loud, still free Still exactly who we’re meant to be You can keep your perfect lie— We’ll take truth ‘til the day we die Outro We were never meant to belong. We were meant to burn bright and prove them wrong.
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