Crowded by everyone in this small town
Persecuted, convoluted rumors are how they surround
There is no one to talk too
There is no one that believes you
There is nothing good seen about you
It’s not fair because of the work God did in you
You know your real intentions
They see hallucinations
You know your not like them
They put a price on your head
They push you into seclusion
Than...