| Once, there was a man who decided he knew everything | 
| Once, there was a book that he threw in my face | 
| Once, there was an angry mob that marched | 
| Up and down the street | 
| Don’t ya know they all called my name? | 
| What do they want from me? | 
| What do they want from me? | 
| What do they want from me? | 
| What do they want from a poor boy who | 
| Can’t believe | 
| They want to fill the void | 
| They want to fill the empty spaces | 
| But I won’t let them consume me | 
| With the rest of the lifeless faces | 
| Once, there was a little girl | 
| Who thought that she was a queen | 
| So, with all her friends, she created a fantasy | 
| They all come to me with their demands | 
| What do they want from me? | 
| What do they want from me? | 
| What do they want from me? | 
| What do they want from a poor boy who | 
| Can’t believe | 
| They want to fill the void | 
| They want to fill the empty spaces | 
| But I won’t let them consume me | 
| With the rest of the lifeless faces | 
| Every little thing is a piece of a larger thing | 
| Every little fish is a tyrant of the sea | 
| Every little atom is a master of his family | 
| Every single piece calls my name | 
| What do they want from me? | 
| What do they want from me? | 
| What do they want from me? | 
| What do they want from a poor boy who | 
| Can’t believe | 
| They want to fill the void | 
| They want to fill the empty spaces | 
| But I won’t let them consume me | 
| With the rest of the lifeless faces |