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.