I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows for my mind to run around with my ear up to the ground. I'm searching to behold the stories that I told when my back is to the world that was smiling when I turn. I can tell you you're the greatest, but once you turn to hate us. Oh, the misery. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Smell the sympathy. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Look out for yourself, my enemy. Look out for yourself, but I'm ready. Your words up on the wall as you're praying for my fall and the laughter in the halls and the names that I've been called. I stack it in my mind and I'm waiting for the time when I show you what it's like to be worse fit in a mind. I can tell you you're the greatest, but once you turn to hate us. Oh, the misery. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Smell the sympathy. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Look out for yourself, my enemy. Look out for yourself. They said pray it away. I swear that I'll never be a saint. No way. A chair in the corner is my place. I stand, I shake, and I think about the powers at play. The powers at play. And the kids in the dark have been doomed from the start. The child in the basement, face to the pavement. Oh, what a statement. Love is embracement. Love is a constant. Love is a basis. He cannot be. They cannot be changed, but keep on praying. Goodbye. Oh, the misery. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Smell the sympathy. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Oh, the misery. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Smell the sympathy. Everybody wants to be my enemy. I swear I'll never be a saint. No way. My enemy. I swear I'll never be a saint. Look out for yourself.