Do you understand me? [Part 1: rap, slow & intimate] No, how could you... I'm only just beginning to understand myself. Even if you did, what difference would it make? Endless talk... it's nice... but it doesn't change anything. The only one who could change anything would be me. But I can't. Not anymore. [Part 2: rap, flow becomes faster, more aggressive] I have to go back. I have to go home. Back to the one I buried, the one I disregarded and forbade for years. I know what this means. No one, not even myself, will be able to bear me—what I really am... [Part 3: rap, storytelling, almost spoken] You want to know how I am? No, I don't think so. You couldn't bear it. It would be too much. Just admit it! Admit that you couldn't bear me as I am, that I'm too much of a burden. Too complicated. Too melancholic. I'm not what you want. I'll never be it again. I can't do it anymore—I'm not even who I want to be. No more acting, no more lies, no more illusions. Take me as I really am, sad, lonely, a Quasimodo. But take me at last! Don't leave me hanging with “maybe” and "you're a good friend," you don't understand—I need more! [Bridge: female + male, half-sung, choir swells] Has a relative of yours ever died? How did you feel then? Multiply that by 100 and you'll know the grief I live with. Always have. I managed to escape it, I admit. I fought and won for a short time. But only for a short time... it's time to accept myself as I once was. To let go of the illusion. I know what is possible in the universe, yes, I even know how it works! But I can't... I can't escape my old self. I am a vampire, always have been—and I have to finally accept that. (male ad-lib: It's my nature.) Ignoring this hasn't gotten me very far. I need the ability to supply myself with energy, but it's impossible. My dark side is always present, only hidden, suppressed, controlled. A paradox. Suppressing it costs more energy than I could ever obtain. So now I have to let myself go. [Instrumental Interlude – drum solo] My mind says thank you for the years of cooperation and resigns, lays down its weapons. (male ad-lib: There is no longer any means to suppress me, at least none that I myself would be powerful enough to obtain.) [Part 4: double-time, angry → hopeful] It's over, die control, die censorship. Leave me alone at last - (male ad-lib: don't try to constantly restrict me!) Let me out! Allow me, let go of the illusion that you can ever control me—no one can— that is our nature. (male ad-lib: You need me to be strong—you need me to be THERE. Recognize it, let me be) [END]
