Oh they know nothing, that's plain to see
Oh they know nothing, of what it's like to be me
They know nothing of these thoughts in my head
They know nothing of how, I wish to be dead
of how I dream, of bloodshed, of ****** of winning
of how different I am, then I was when beginning.

And don't let them, not in my head
Why bother them, with my hopes of being dead?
Better to keep them, and have no-one know
then have my great weakness, out there on show
That'll remain secret, even after goodbye
to be buried with me, on the day that I die