I am just a poor boy
Though my story's often told
How I wandered
How I wandered through existence
In a monster full of liquid-
Evangelion
I do my best
Still my dad hears what he wants to hear
and disregards the rest

When I ran away from my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of teachers
In the quiet of the geofront
I'm running scared
Laying low,
Seeking out the pilot's quarters
Where the friendly angel goes
Listening to things that only he would know

I am I, I am I am I am I, I am I, I am I yes I am I and I am I

Looking only for affection
I come daily to my job,
But I'm not respected
Just a come-on from the spirits
inside Unit-01
I do declare,
There were times when I was so fucked up
I took some comfort there

La la lie la la lie la

Now my fears are rolling by me,
of the dark; of Unit-03
Now I'm better than I once was,
But worse than I will be,
That's not unusual
No it isn't strange
After killing all the angels, we are more or less insane
We don't realize, that we can simply change

I am I...
Now I'm turning into pilot's clothes
And wishing I was gone
I ve a home
And they say that that will make me happy
Teasing me
Humanity, is going home

On the planet stands a Child
And a Pilot by his trade
And he thinks of the reminders
Of everyone that hated him
And loved him
Till he cries out,
Through his weakness and his pain
I'm existing, I'm existing,
So the Pilot still remains
(Does he still remain?)

I am I...