I’ve wasted my time trying to be something I’m not
Now I’ve retreated to the trencheds; defeat is all I’ve got.
You hear this song, you know I’ve given up a lot.
Yeah, yeah, you hear this noise, you know it’s everything I’ve got.
Self-realization turns out to be entirely for naught.
Please excuse me if I missed you over this deafening fuzz,
but I am my same self you always knew I was.
I am a silly solider and I can’t shoot you because
I always speak the truth, whether for justice or true love.
Self-realization turns out to really kill my buzz.
I am my same self. I am my same self. I am my same self.