God I'm gonna miss this home

Cause I'm not gonna be here long

Watch me try to get my kicks on

Before this whole shithouse explodes

Why does everything suck me in

How does everyone make it fit in the end

There is nothing here

I should disappear

Am I sick or sick of myself

When will I become someone else

God I'm gonna miss the place

I'll find myself a brand new face

Confiscate the lies and colors

Of the whole damn human race

Why does everyone shut me out

It's not about me

It's always about something else

There is nothing here

I could disappear

Am I sick or sick of myself

When will I become someone else

I'm what I've created

I hate being hated

I've waited for changes

But they never come

There is nothing here

I could disappear

Am I sick or sick of myself

When will I become someone else

Is this me, cause I just can't tell

I am Tomorrow's Man

I am Tomorrow's Man