I've been through this one before
So terrible
So quiet
I'm so insecure
I'm so alone
So useless
I'm so
I'm so
I'm so
But it's my bad,
I know it Freedom doesn't testify,
but it's my past
Says how I'm trying
Say this if we seem to be past Our smallest cracks,
nothing can fool us
I am, I am right
I don't, still need to confess
I praise the star, but I'm a sleeping ghost
I'm a sick, dumb, mother
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so
I'm so,
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so
they have
I'm the king!
I'm the king!
He refuses to
let the radio sing!
Let the radio sing!
And it always, always, reminisces the life!
Strike the floor,
but to show the grateful fruit!
Wait for him to be
beat-put!
You're dead!
Let them know that you saw the light!
A boy of science might,
will soon be always right!