Looking back, I
Made a fashion out of adjusting to someone else’s colours
Responding to the smallest differences
A chameleon who built up his place
By incessantly changing his ideals
My confidence is crumbling
I hide myself behind a facade
Will I have a smile plastered on my face
And bring my discontentment to the grave?
I don’t want to live
Constantly concerned about other people’s opinions
I want to exist without giving in to society
Therefore
I don’t want to dance to wallpaper music
Even though I
Artfully hop onto society’s bandwagons
While stepping to the beat
Even though
Wallpaper music plays,
The king of the jungle deep inside my heart
Twitches and turns
Without waking from its deep sleep
Copying the stars
That television takes advantage of
Even though I feel like I’m expressing myself
Using cynicism
I’m just a chameleon that changed its place
Accepting frustration as a given
While justifying my lack of power
I want to jump past ressentiment
And be myself
I don’t want to live
Constantly lying to myself
I want to exist without giving in to the world
Therefore
I don’t want to dance to wallpaper music
Even though I
Go along with this greenhouse-like protective freedom
While stepping to the beat
If
Rock n’ roll music plays,
The king of the jungle deep inside my heart
Will wake up
Gnaw and crush its chains
And start dancing
If it’s wallpaper music –
Therefore
I don’t want to dance to wallpaper music
Even though I
Will probably follow the mold of society tomorrow
While stepping to the beat
Instead of living
For a hundred years as a sheep
With a domesticated soul
What I really want to do
Is to live in this moment like a lion too
Regal
With more confidence
I want to live strongly
As myself in this world