I'm able to return, I can be quiet,
I'm able to force reality.
I can do harm, I can destroy,
I do know when I've reached my limit.
I'm able to dodge, I'm able to pass,
I'm able to pretend that I don't care.
I'm able to insist, I'm able to escape,
I'm able to split myself and negotiate the other half.
I'm able to break, I'm able to forget,
anxiety can grind me down.
I'm able to get out, I'm able to turn,
I may be deceived easily.
I'm able to piss off, I can be charming,
I'm able to call you without a single word.
I'm able to win, I may bite the dust,
I do know that, without all of you, this hurts more.
Maybe tomorrow I conceal my voice
in order to do it my way.
There are so many idiots out there!
Maybe I make a habit of anger
and, with it, my flag.
Every man for himself!
I'm able to twist, I'm able to throw,
I may get lost in the obvious.
I may be helpful, I may wear out,
I do know that, without all of you, this hurts more.
Maybe tomorrow I conceal my voice
in order to do it my way.
There are so many idiots out there!
Maybe I make a habit of anger
and, with it, my flag.
Every man for himself!
I'm able to twist, to throw,
to get lost in the obvious.
To be helpful, to wear out,
to know that, without all of you, this hurts more.
Maybe tomorrow I conceal my voice
in order to do it my way.
There are so many idiots out there!
Maybe I make a habit of anger
and, with it, my flag.
Every man for himself!
Every man for himself!
There are so many idiots out there!