You're trying to control me And to convince me That my beliefs are but a dream, But take a look at yourself: See how miserable Is your silly, unworthy life. I'm running from the nightmare That you've created: I'll never be a slave. I don't care about your laughter, I'll never compromise My values for your pride. Have you sold your mother, Or just yourself, To the king of darkness and despair? Do you like your golden lies? See how they shine, But they won't save you in the end.