I am a self obsessed fool. Self centred and bruised. I am a misguided missile. Consumed with denial. I am the strum and drang. I am the schaden freude. I was the boy who sang. I can still fill your void. Still fill your void. I am crawling into corners. I am a sky about to fall in. I am a sea about to part. A tiny piece of malcontent. I am the strum and drang. I am the schaden freude. I was the boy who sang. I can still fill your void. Still fill your void. Society never made an effort with me. And I was willing to be deceived. To understand your country you must understand yourself. It leads you to the path of least resistance. I destroyed the image of myself. Borrowed from pain and tolerance. I am the strum and drang. I am the schaden freude. I was the boy who sang. I can still fill your void. Still fill your void. Still fill your void