I?m not about, to brand myself, as the saviour, of a generation.
I am a giant, I am destruction, I am the waves, I am the end.
Will I be spared for trailing the patience of a deity so jealous.
Or will my, lack of conviction set me free?

I?m the jester, I?m the clown, watch me burn this fucking town.
From an open window I would jump,
If you followed me through the rabbit hole,
It could only mean disaster.

On the train tracks I would lie,
Just to test the faith of man,
And if I don?t believe then who will save me?
I?m no fucking hero, but I?ll play a saint.