Sometimes I don't feel like myself Sometimes I feel like someone else Sometimes I don't feel like myself Sometimes I feel the need to be someone else All this time to understand The conditions of strangers And now I'm one of them One of them I'm a stranger in this land Like a beetle on your hand I am a thief Of scope And the hopeless roots of rose Sink down what time had chosen to decay For you All this time to understand The conditions of strangers And now I'm one of them All this time invested in To see if we share equal sins And I know it now Stranger in this land I'm fool that's dancing strangely on your hand A dirty thief Of hope A hopeless man of rose A thing that time had chosen For decay And you All this time to understand The conditions of strangers and Now I'm one of them All this time invested in To see if we share equal sins And I'm running through this pastel grove I'm the stranger