I want to know
The reason why
Everyone I meet acts like they're afraid
Afraid of what I might achieve
If left to conclude my amassing schemes
They fear the words I speak in foreign tongues
Gömmer sig för mesliga ord
Utgår ifrån att de är planer för mord
君らの嫌いは分からない
Is it just the curse of the creative
To forever be in the shadow of the beloved
To forever be the one who's feared - a genius never understood
Studying the feeble from afar
In a dark corner, my black, gleaming eyes ajar
One day they will all see through them if it so is the day I die
They need to know
The reason why
Everyone I meet should tremble in fear
As you bleed
Perhaps you see
All of the torment you've caused me
Now you know
The reason why
Nobody should ever succumb to fear