With my blood in my hands I am greeting the new day
I've just killed my last night
She was sweet she was good she had everything I want
But she happened to be my last night
I'm the victim I'm the murderer where's the man who thinks can judge me
I'm a rich old man I'm a poor little boy and no one can bring me down
There's a saying that says that good things cannot be said
They can only be sung
But the words of the songs never seem to be enough
There is always more than that
I'm the holy book I'm a bunch of lies where's the man who thinks can judge me
I'm the Father I'm the Devil too and no one can bring me down
There's a name of my own so that I am not unknown
But I don't know other people names
I am shy I'm afraid there's no language I can speak
I can hardly leave a trace
I'm so famous insignificant where's the man who thinks can judge me
I'm a human being the creation's king and no one can bring me down