Over the arctic hills, there is a fire In that place, does it burn?
Desire, did you ever start to think What all of this could bring to you?
Unmistakably inspired Wires cross, synapses fire
Vivid thoughts enter your mind All you needed was some time to think
It's a mystery Why do you always seem to contradict me?
Did I ever really have a shot?
In all the things I'm not In all the things I am
Oh
In all the things I'm not In all the things I am
Fate flees freely across the open plain Hide the feelings, there ain't much to gain
In this shameful game, there's no one else to blame
I feel the fire, the self-made pie The emptiness after desire
It's a mystery Why do you always seem to contradict me?
Did I ever really have a shot?
In all the things I'm not In all the things I am
It's a mystery Why do you always seem to contradict me?
Did I ever really have a shot?
In all the things I'm not In all the things I am
Why?