Got nowhere I can call my home
No one gonna call me on the telephone
No one gonna ask me if I'm still alright
No one checking if I'm dead or alive
Leave me disillusioned - but I'm not in despair
It's all meaningless but I just don't care
I'm no alpha male - I was always set to fail
Mister Nobody - faceless, no identity
I don't fit in, not one of the crowd
Individual where it's not allowed
Authoritarian conformist chic
March in lockstep to a nationalist beat
I'm not important, I'm no VIP
I don't recognise your celebrities
Call it treason, my lack of blind faith
Scream at me til you're red in the face
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