Maybe it's frustration
maybe I'm a fool
maybe I think the way lunatics do
maybe I am crazy and fucked up in the head
I'm still the alien that doesn't give a shit
Why do I think I'm happy always when I'm not?
And why do I feel the cold even when it's hot?
Am I the one I think I am or am I just a fool?
And do I really do the things that I want to do?
My personal demon is haunting my head...
Once I was happy, and I told the world
that I believed in everything - even in God -
but then I felt enlighted by a million candle lights
and I found there was nothing left for me to hide
