I don't care what you want me to be I wouldn't change myself to fit your fantasy to become one of you shadows of my past have made me ME - can't you see? you've yet to prove yourself! looking for some recognition with your washed-out ideal? it's all the same what I say to you still I can't make you see just keep on living as you've been told among those of your kind the way it's meant for you in your washed-out ideal life is burning at both ends still you cannot grasp reality - reality after all your mistakes made still you cannot see what you've come to be so you came here to prove yourself declaring you've got something to say blistering blindsights on me expecting me to kneel? you thought you could possibly change me? talk without sense or reasoning blindfolded speech of your kind the path you've chosen yourself led by the blind through all your life custom-tailored just for you a disfigured mind of fool you'll get your recognition! shadows of my past have made me ME - can't you see? you've yet to prove yourself! you've yet to prove yourself!