I am the black one, I am the white The boy in the bubble doesn't know how to write I don't see the rain, I don't see the sun I hide in my basement, think I'm the one I dwell in denial, my brain is a mess While others turn right, I go to the left I'm friends with Buddha, with Jesus, the Beast And the great ball of fire that go down in the east A mind drenched in illusion, a body to destroy I am the superhero, or an 8 year old little boy I want to climb mountains, face the inner fear But first I must learn, the months of the year