I give 'em freedom of expression
Watch as they misconstrue my every intention
I give 'em freedom to chase the stars
I clip their wings
So they know how to fly far
Does that make me a terrible man?
Does that make me a terrible man?
Now, I'm a burden
The demise of all their plans
I'm always to blame
I'm always at fault
I know I'm God
But, I know nothing more than what I am
And, why can't they understand?
Why can't
Why can't they understand?
And now, I've become the man you've sworn to hate
And now, I've become an ugly shade