Yes, we are the rogues,
To nobody dear,
By nobody loved.

Yes, we are strangers.
Seeking for what does not exist.
Waiting for what holds no good.

And no, we are hopeless,
We never trust people
We never  follow the crowd .

And no, we don't need you.
Tired of you talking nonsense
Afraid of you telling lies.

Yet, we still have something
We are artists beyond any rules
We are dreamer with out a sleep.

Yet, we just take our time.
There is a place for us somewhere
The is a chance we might win someday.

So what, we are different
Riddles are the language we speak.
Coldness is the bless we desire.

So what, we are madmen.
You ain't getting a clue 'bout what we think.
You ain't taking us there, to a reality of yours.