Maybe it's frustration   maybe I'm a fool   maybe I think the way lunatics do   maybe I am crazy and fucked up in the head   I'm still the alien that doesn't give a shit      Why do I think I'm happy always when I'm not?   And why do I feel the cold even when it's hot?   Am I the one I think I am or am I just a fool?   And do I really do the things that I want to do?      My personal demon is haunting my head...      Once I was happy, and I told the world   that I believed in everything - even in God -   but then I felt enlighted by a million candle lights   and I found there was nothing left for me to hide