The things I say and the things that I do
Of what concern are they to you
You keep on telling me I'm headed for a fall
But here I am standing tall
In your delusion, your superstitious fear
You follow rules made to control
And all your tales and miracles and myths don't do a bit of good for you

You can't see through your fantasy

Why can't you wake up to this harsh reality'
You gotta take what you can
'Cause nothing's easy and nothing's for free
And when you're gone, you're done
I keep on telling you, so get it through your head
You can't change my mind around
It's fact of life, and no philosophy is ever gonna break me free

You just won't drop, it so this is the end
I can not take this anymore
I'm doing fine, and I'm taking what's mine
So I bid you farewell
'Cause in your delusion, your superstitious fear
You follow rules made to control
And all those stories, your miracles and myths
They don't do a bit of good at all