You enjoy the power of authority
Yelling: Fuck the rules!
Commanding everyone around you
Without at least one single need

Know that you're a wrong grain of sand
Integrating a sea of billions of equals
You’re nothing more than the zero in it's emptiness
A nothing that does nothing at all

I need to know

You by lineage reserve the scorn for those who
Serve you with some kindness
Because you have the verve in your speech
Know that the truth overturns this tone

I need to know

Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?

It's the grain thinking to be a rock
The barb thinking to be a trunk
The cloth of the mooring burns
Thinking that it’s the torch fire

I need to know

Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?