I want to be realNot some conscience to myselfThe way you worship, never endingSome idol who’s pretending to be trueHow you put upon yourselfA man who never seemsTo answer to you wordsSo go and make me overI’m a fly upon your neckYou can’t control meI have my words, my voiceMy strengths, my choiceAnd I can cut as deepJust as deep as I needDon’t want your adviceCos I’ve made up my own mindThe way you bore me with the storiesOf far and distant timesI’ve heard it beforeSo don’t try that on meThe way you worship, never-endingSome idol who’s pretending to be trueIt could be youBrainwashed by the liesIt’s no surpriseThat you’d wanna waste your timeI’m a fly upon your neckYou can’t control meI have my words, my voiceMy strengths, my choiceAnd I can cut as deepJust as deep as I need