I'm not the one to fear
Though your eyes tell me different
My intentions were clear
But you made me out to be your villain
Like I've got daggers for teeth, protrude insects when I bleed
When in reality, I'm only what you make me
Make me, make me out to be
The end of your rope, the end of your wits
You catch me red-handed
Even if they

I'm not the ghost in your closet
Or the dark under your bed
You seem to have forgotten
Of the one who hasn't left

(What's the purpose?)
What's the purpose of the violence?
The wars that we have

From beginning to end
I'm a different man

See the foundation of our house, oh, it's starting to mold
Strip away the filth
You see, when I speak the truth
It's not the truth that you think (think, think)

Do you think?

By everything that you think
I'll just be a memory
I'm not your ghosts
I'm not your ghosts
Your mirage is not my