Don't you hear me? Can't you see?
Don't you fear me?
Can't you be something you cannot be?

Normality is my reality, a fucked up past that's coming back at me.
That was a time I could not face, but this is the time, this is the place.

Feel my anger burn my eyes.
Feed my hatred.
Burn inside.
Believe in me and you will see: Believe in you and I will be something I'm meant to be.

Society always looked down on me, so why the fuck do you look up at me?
How can I live with such disgrace?
This is the time, this is the place.

Do you want to know about conformity?
Do you want to know a bitter secret?

Hide away like a lonely child: The taste of success.
My life decays, enveloped by hatred until nothing is left.
Shattered illusions and broken bones.
Promise unfulfilled.
Sleep is now eight hours of nothing: Hopes and dreams I've killed.

Twisted cancer and deformed cells eat away inside.
Awake alone inside and left for dead.
There's something I can't find.