Lost in an illusion, you're not the same as me.
So hollow but are followed, endlessly and lovingly.


Endlessly and lovingly, I have nothing to prove.

You wear the clothes of a beggar, but underneath you're a thief.

Tell me whose robes have you sold
To buy your following


I have nothing to prove
I have nothing to prove.
I have nothing to prove.

I have nothing to prove.