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?