Freak

I fear people
For that you call me a freak, a psycho
When it's you rational ones
Who fear the dead
Some poor rotten corpse
Filled with worms instead of soul
Who's lost its identity, its purpose
What harm can it do to you?
Whereas I fear the man
Who made the corpse so

I fear sunlight
For that you call me a freak, a psycho
When it's you who fear darkness
Even when it's the only thing
Filled up inside you
That hides you from yourselves
Whereas I fear the sun
As it exposes you
Makes me see you beneath your angel masks
Shows me your filthy spineless crawling form