Another awkward moment passes, catering to questions asked by you,
I do believe I've told you what you want to hear,
It's so easy to recite the lines and lies I've memorised,
From this pedestal pushed through the sky, I'm laughing in your face.
I hate who I am, all that I've become.
So many sleepless nights have found me wandering comfortless streets in search of peace, any release from who I'm have become,
And I'm sure you don't want to know, but I hate the role; I'm old and cold,
An ugly sore, a gaping hole,
God have mercy on my soul.
I hate who I am, all that I've become.
Well, I guess I've disappointed you; but what did you expect?
The hero is a wretch: a devil in the flesh
Are you disenchanted by the idol's humanness?
Do you still think we connect? - maybe more than you'll admit.
