Am I 1?

I grant to you no privilege of person No sense of self, a denial of choice It wants out so from all the little bits and pieces A simple case of lost and found, a wicked new beginning I don't ever want to see It's the oldest trick in the book, just like everything you always knew Turned upon its very end there's nothing left to be Half a mind to say all the things that bother me today You better check if it's me, in that "coffin" of yours or just the one you thought you knew I am one Who am I? No character to be lost inside A mind is hard to please so wander aimlessly Hands clenched in fists of rage concealed in frustration There's a part of me that cannot deal With the character I am forced to be A thinly veiled plan to lay your world afoot Lost in community, blind in belonging Is there really nothing more than this? The emptiness remains So put on your brave face and take the plunge again --- Am I 1? - Dark Tranquillity