who are they to tell me what to do?
who are you to tell me what to do?
do you not know who I am?

I am no longer afraid of anything.
why should I be?
do you not know who I am?

I don't understand.

the greed, the evil.
Is this the lowest frequency a human can reach?
what was the purpose of any of it?

I just feel sad.
the end is sad.
Is that not enough?

life is meaningless and I found it to be right.

but who am I to claim something special?
how can I say these things?

when have I become the very thing I despise?