There is a hole in the mirror where my eyes should be, yeah
When I look in I'm looking out into someone else's dream, yeah
Am I an N.P.C.? Am I an N.P.C.?
Am I an N.P.C.? Am I an N.P.C.?
Am I an N.P.C.? Am I an N.P.C.?
Do I exist when there is no one looking at me?
But I don't know that I don't know
How could I know that I don't?
How should I know that I don't know
That I am going to be your enemy?
I cut 'em on my confetti thrown into the wind, yeah
I try to gather my thoughts but they slip through my grip, yeah
They say that ignorance is bliss until it chains you by the wrists
And it drags you naked into the center of town
They say ignorance is bliss until it [?] an iron fist
And it leaves you fallen, broken on the ground
And I don't know that I don't know
How could I know that I don't?
How should I know that I don't know
That I was born to be your memory?
And I don't know that I don't know
How could I know that I don't?
How should I know that I don't know
That I am going to be a protagonist?