French Inquisition

Never before have I felt so alone so insignificant
So out of place so out of mind
All [bad word] are barren
One thousand eyes are staring at me now
With pure hate and disregard
Cold voices a realization of something they don't want to hear
All I want is to make you believe but I can't see your face
as the smoke fills the air

I won't let you see me hurt
I've never let you feel my pain
'Cause I know there's another reason
All you opinions can't stop [bad word] 
My skin has grown thick for your sharpest blade

I can't breathe as the smoke fills the air
As the smoke fills the air
Is this a [bad word] nightmare?
Or just the worst night of my life?

I'm standing right here
I need to believe
My heart is surrounded by glass
So cast your stones at will
Cause I need to believe
Your words won't make me question why I'm here
'Cause I need to believe