My innocence of external forces 
Temptation to leave tradition
Faced with misleading courses
Triumph over opposition

I have impulsive illusions
Nobody can make me positive
I will always have delusions
Always will be destructive

My selfishness is instinct
Sustained to look favorable
I have a style that is distinct
Considered to be admirable

Hallucination of victory
Nevermind the lies
I have my authority
Another soul dies.

Uncertain of instruction
Must be my restraint
Of my new-world liberation
I can now never faint.