Pickled Garbage Soup

You thought it out, you looked it up

You tried to see what your place was

Heard them talk, watched them watch

Found that you weren't related

You were tracked, you were found

You were fooled and you were baited

But you had to go, you had to look

You had to ask what their name was

You always stay, you're always stuck

You never see the equation

You're one of these, you're one of them

You're one of those kind of strangers