Texty:
I Against I I M A Fucked Up Dancer But My Moods Are Swinging

get nowhere Speak for yourself, don't be a talk-a-like Try to be righteous, like Tina; not Ike Don't be a private dancer for life And if you got a mind

Accused of living in a dreamworld Told me that it's my way out But what the @#$* should I wake up to? To your world? I'd rather not! Propagate a lot

my voice I won't be dragged in there It won't be my freewill Put up a fence around my brain I won't be the next to bow down to your fucking plans This

Irony people, irony

today, you see Leave me be I need to be alone with my own thoughts You may think you are number one, but So do I; that's a song been sung A million times

me Are you not what I hope to be? My standard's reserved only for...... I try to see through the blindness But sometimes I just can't fight it, no!! I

I'm the tyrant in my mind And I'm gonna try if that is all That I can do This is a two-way street I'm in the middle I'm looking for a quick way out But