I hear battalions sing of my demise but I don't know the words (what?)
I take a road of my own making on a journey no returning
Whoa, Whoa, That's how it goes
They've drawn the battle line and I see fire in their eyes
(na na na na na na) I'm better off not listening
(na na na na na na) I've got my own song to sing
We're flying like a bee, black and yellow energy (oh)
Only me on my team, Naturally, oh
I see a dreamer over there by the water
But I got no, but I got no, kakorrhaphiophobia
I see a dreamer and he's ripe for the slaughter
But I got no, but I got no, kakorrhaphiophobia (Phobia, phobia, phobia, phobia)