Afrojax - Zero

In my head lives a hysterical
When I jump and dance
She forces me to stop
And whispers about funerals
There are authorities
Suggesting to better shut up
To better not push so much
Or else they'll take me again to mental hospital
And there is press agency
Which gives me leaflets
Caring for me interested
In what's loud and hot
And there is a group
Of people dear to my heart
With disgusted faces
Deciding of what I can make fun
And a few men, for sure
Are working on my condition
To make me have dry inside
When there is flood around
And there is a strict monk
Shouted out, but once he succeded
Shame!
And rule over the soul
Shame!
Which puts me to the corner
And when by mistake I work out
And even in front of the public
That man who backed Caesar
Watches and says that I am no one
And there is a mob so big
That I can not hide no more
I show them hands and straight back
But I still have to explain

Zero, zero
Pity that not zero seven (Zero, zero)
Zero, zero
Zero tolerance for myself (Zero, zero)
Zero, zero
Pity that not zero thirty-three (Zero, zero)
Zero, zero
Zero tolerance for no one (Zero)

And there is a guy from MONAR
Explaining what is abstinence
Professors of savoir vivre
They want me to free up a seat
And there lives an old man
Who knows that I won't make a career
And there lives a dwarf who orders
To position closer to the ground
How to make some art
When you have your head against you
Subtly suggests to solve problems
By becoming just like others
I don't bother anyone
I keep minimum, stay out of lives
And somehow I have so many prompters
That they goes to my backstage
I broke off the leash for a moment
I'm rolling in the grass
I dream because I don't want to hear
That the fun is over
I burn myself and squawk
Inefficient freedom song
Something left, but not much
Well, at least not all overgrown
And in my head someone says
Direct here!
It's not for the gentry what is for commoners!
Have mercy, I am in good mood so rarely
Why do you want to destroy it?
I ask the arbiters of moderation
I ask the high office
Worst thing is that you exist in real world
And you are real and everywhere

Zero, zero
Pity that not zero seven (Zero, zero)
Zero, zero
Zero tolerance for myself (Zero, zero)
Zero, zero
Pity that not zero thirty-three (Zero, zero)
Zero, zero
Zero tolerance for no one (Zero)