There's got to be a reason for this rhyme
There's got to be a message here this time
You're not one of us, but I'm one of them
You know it's not that easy
It's so much harder to be real
I'm no immortal, but I think like a king
You've got to be queen just to satisfy me
A social disorder
There's gonna be moments here living with me
I know it's not easy to satisfy me
I'm no immortal
But I think like a king
I'm not gonna let go of my prize
I wanna keep the symmetry alive
There's so many changes
One day to the next
Sometimes I'm disappearing
But you know where to find me
Under the gun
