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.
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.