[Verse 1]

My own foe, my enemy, my nemesis

That's me. M. Night, I'm unveiling a twist

Pseudo-psychological rap, thought I'm better than this

I guess I lied to the beat like I was marrying it

This is my very own burden, I'll be carrying it

While my goddamn reflection has me staring at it

I see my own eyes dead like a marionette

Saying the world's fucked up - the red herring of it

Is that I'm scared to start living, though I'm merely a brick

In the wall, I feel my failure will tear it to bits

Inhale confidence, dwell in the risk

Mr. Lucipher, I will see you in hell a bit

Am I talking to the devil? No

I should be knock-knock-knocking on the Heaven's door

Asking for luck for my loved ones, one never knows

A dear friend, wooden box, dressed in elegant clothes

That's a sight that's inevitable

It brings me pain to be the one to have to tell it to you

A single teat, soul shattering and breaking in two

If Life's a bitch then I will have to claim that Death is a fool

[Chorus x2]

Pam-param-ram-pam-param-pam

Pam-pararara-pam-pam-parararara

Pam-param-pam-pam-param-pam

Pam-pam-paaam

[Verse 2]

This is someone I never wanted to be

Mr. Downer Buzzkill, people frowning on me

Decide to be a fun dude, yo, this round is on me

Let's pound a couple of beers and be as loud as can be, but

Four beers, a bottle of wine later

The initial pain grows, the sorrow becomes greater

Fear settling in, I'll be calling in my neighbor

I'm falling, I'm racing, I'm hardly alive, later

Rest in peace, motherfucker

The paranoia's got the best of me

A lesson for me, how crippling stress can be

I definitely should really start adressing my needs

You're failing to see that no one's as compelling as me

I'm yelling at fellas I'm careless, got a hell of a break

My destiny - be wealthier than elegant sheiks

So fuck failing, I'm rebelling until the end of the week (Yeap)

Friday, I'm a god

Good lord, I walk by and people applaud

Like Jay-Z said, man, „it's just my thoughts"

And you're preaching to the wrong choir, fuck your gods

Fuck your gods

Fuck your couch, dogs, cats, kids

Fuck your spouse. Fuck family pictures and your wonderful house

Man, unnecessary rants is just what I'm about

[Chorus x2]

Pam-param-ram-pam-param-pam

Pam-pararara-pam-pam-parararara

Pam-param-pam-pam-param-pam

Pam-pam-paaam