There's a temptation To assume the worst Everyone's coming For my pride or my purse It's a condition Built by the human kind Or an illusion Born of the human mind It's all the I can think of It's more the I can bear I'm seeing all these monsters But are they even there? I'm such an outsider Sent from another time But I can make it mine You feel like a loser Nobody choosing ya Said I can make it mine, mine I'm seeing all these monsters But are they even there? I'm seeing all these monsters But are they even there? I like my story Will you please read this line? I like my part Victim of all your crimes So can you be wary Of the things that you thought Are they the truth Or are they a made up plut? I'm such an outsider Sent from another time But I can make it mine You feel like a loser Nobody choosing ya But I can make it mine, mine