I told you about the world
 Of how the stuggle for order and peace
 and self-important hypocrisy fails
 in the face of reality
 And how there is no grand scheme
 No rest for the living..only death

 Chaos and the cold endless void
 Is all that awaits..
 We are all forgotten
 We are all dust
 We are all unimportant
 We are all dead
 No rest for the living..only death

 You thought me mad
 You wanted me to be like you, 
 To see the error of my ways..
 So you told me things I knew were wrong
 You showed me why I would never fit in

 Why then, does what I have [bad word] surprise you?

 Dreamer,
 Prophet,
 Singer of strange songs

 I went my own twisted way
 Mocked by the world
 Feared by the righteous
 But always where I wanted..

 Now that all has changed,
 And the night is colder

 Now that life has shown its [bad word] colors

 And you..
 You are forgotten
 You are old
 You are unimportant
 You are dead

 Can you face the real [bad word] 
 Can you call me a madman anymore?

 Do you regret your selfless life?
 The things you could never do,
 In fear of what others would think?

 Do you see why I became a:
 Dreamer,
 Prophet,
 Singer of strange songs.