I am to me, not what you think, or what you see
How would you feel if I would tell you to fuck off,
And the reason - for keepin it real
Always the same I am to blame for your sorrows after the fall
Thinking of me not as human, but as a source for you to control
So was it easy?
Was it easy getting over and lying to me more or less?
Or was it the case that you chose to save face
Life's a stage, a play for your rage
Never listen, it doesn't apply
Never a thanks, so full of angst and you wonder why nobody tried
Rebel from hell, or can't you tell?
Plain and simple nobody's fool other than his
Going places, wreakin havoc, and breakin the rules