Passion and madness which do I tell?
The unspeakable evil among us do dwell.
Cry out for justice and rail at the wind.
How can I do this without any sin?
I am alone but I am not. I am crazy but I am not.
I am high but I am not. I am real but I am not.
Never have I felt more brave or even alive.
To challenge the blood guilt of those who won't survive.
Their death I will mourn. From dusk till the morn.
From the arms of loved ones will they be torn?
I am right but I am not. I am good but I am not.
I am without sound but I am not. I am depressed but I am not.
Lead us not into temptation.
Pray for the poor.
Who can challenge this and even the score?
I grieve for my brothers and cry for their souls.
Vultures over graves, oh hurt me no more.
I am a rock but I am not. I am close but I am not.
I am evil but I am not. I am ugly but I am not.
In the darkest hour: at four a.m.
When thoughts of darkness start to sweep in.
To face the truth and ready for battle.
It is with bravery I face the darkest hour.
Never shall I fail.
I am sick, but I am not. I am different, but I am not.
I am clean but I am not. I am misunderstood but I am not.