Lyrics:

Gather all we cynics and outcasts
Bastard line of the insensate kindred
Monolithic
We are what won't sway in the wind
We do not fall

As we feel deeply and think long
We give rise to compassion
This is how we trouble ourselves
In the mockery of flesh
This is dissimilar

Here malcontents are made
Wrought forth in the hammering of the human spirit
A rising of iconoclasts to disunite those bonded in apathy
Here malcontents are made
Skeptical of the ascension of man

All embattled we cynics and outcasts
Raze and reshape the accepted social order for total re-humanization

I am a cynic and an outcast
A human affront to inhuman beings