Deception...

Disgrace...

Evil as plain as the scar on his face

He asked for trouble the moment he came

Evil as plain as the scar on his face (You know these outsider types)

He asked for trouble the momente he came (See you later, agitator)

Born in grief, Raised in hate,

Helpless to defy his fate

Let him rum, Let him live,

But do not forget, what we cannot forgive

And he is not one of us,

He has never been one of us,

He is not part of us,

Not our kind...

Someone once lied to us,

Now we're not so blind,

For we knew he would do what he's done,

And we know that he'll never be one of us

He is not one of us

Deception, disgrace...