Misguided Missile

I am a self-obsessed fool

Self-centred and bruised

I am a misguided missile

Consumed with denial

I am the Sturm and Drang

I am the schadenfreude

I was the boy who sang

I can still fill your void

I am the Sturm and Drang

I am the schadenfreude

I was the boy who sang

I can still fill your void still fill your void

I can 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 Sturm and Drang

I am the schadenfreude

I was the boy who sang

I can still fill your void

I am the Sturm and Drang

I am the schadenfreude

I was the boy who sang

I can still fill your void still fill your void

I can 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 Sturm and Drang

I am the schadenfreude

I was the boy who sang

I can still fill your void still fill your void

I can still fill your void