Sometimes I wonder, what’s wrong with me
I look at the mirror, and I cannot see
The face of a lie, the skull of a fool
Life’s been just a surreal jokeI’d hate to be the one at the throne
I’ll have nothing but buckets of gold
False companions and drugged to the bones
And I’ll be a medieval clown
I was born as a loser of the mightiest kind
Raising my voice was a domestic crime
I could never feel I was a proper man
I never felt I could be brave and strong
I was the feast of the hypocrites
The puppet of the parasites
That called themselves the alphas
The alphas of destroying humanities
So I hid beneath the deadbeats
The real heroes of the land
And the witches gave me a healing
Brighter than the religious holy hands
They taught me the world is not that black
Nor it’s meant to be like that
Like the visions of the fascists rats
That believe your image it’s what you are
So the man is made to be himself
Love is all that matters my friend
I won’t abide to the rules of mankind
I am the meaning of liberty
And my name it’s not what I am
I am the storm howling in the sky
I am the strength and the weakness
I am the beginning and I’m the end
I am what I’m meant to be