Nobody gets me
Nobody understands me
My point of view is alien to them
Just like theirs I'd to me
"Superstition" I'd what they call
The sense I'm talking
They look at me as if I'm crazy
I look at them like "you don't know me"
What I believe in
Is what they despise
What they deny
What they think are lies
What they believe in
Is what I criticise
The truth in their eyes
Is actually a lie
What they don't get
Is the fact that they're all wrong
What they don't know
Is how to confess the truth
