Perhaps you've heard of the story of the Emperor's New Clothes? The one where two con-merchants "make" the Emperor new, "invisible" clothes? The Emperor is in fact naked, yet he roams the streets and the masses applaud and compliment him on his amazing new "clothes".
Nobody wants to be the doomed bastard who points out the obvious, risking death, instead finding comfort in the herd.
Then one little boy exclaims, shockingly, that "the Emperor is naked!" Nobody can deny this fact when pointed out, and how does an Emperor execute a nation?
That little boy? We are that little boy.
We are The Malfated - too school for cool, the cigarette burn on society's arm, the turpentine wound on human skin, the scarified itch that hurts like a bitch. We are the truth.
The Malfated are much more than a rock and roll band. The Malfated are a way of life.
We are ALL... The Malfated.
- Karl Steiger, The Malfated, their official myspace biog