In fiction, an antihero (sometimes antiheroine as the feminine) is generally considered to be a protagonist whose character is contrary to that of the archetypal hero, yet typically retains many heroic qualities.[citation needed] The term dates to 1714, although literary criticism identifies the term in earlier literature. In contrast, an antivillain is considered to be an antagonist who, in contrast to the archetypal villain, elicits considerable sympathy or admiration.[citation needed]
There is no definitive moment when the antihero came into existence as a literary trope. The antihero has evolved over time, changing as society's conceptions of the hero changed, from the Elizabethan times of Faust and William Shakespeare's Falstaff, to the darker-themed Victorian literature of the 19th century, such as John Gay's The Beggar's Opera, written in the mid-18th century, or as a timid, passive, indecisive man that contrasts sharply with other Greek heroes to Philip Meadows Taylor's Confessions of a Thug. The Byronic hero also sets a literary precedent for the modern concept of antiheroism.
Reflection in a mirror
All you see is an error
Youth got lost on a rainy day
Your minds are confused
Not able to realize
Rebirth for destruction
Savage stoopid (and) hypnotized
Scenario in science fiction
All you see is your live
You’ve got lost - again and again
On a rainy day
Your minds are destroyed
Not dead but not alive
Waiting for the rebirth
Savage stoopid (and) hypnotized
I will never be like you
This reflection looks darkest, from one side
You are my antihero
you're consumed by what you have gained
you are my ANTIHERO
stray from all you have known
When i reached out for forgiveness, you turned away
I will never forget my captive
My captive, you turned away
Lines remain unspoken, yet they stay all the same
give to the weak after we have given ourselves
Lead me to my burial
I won't take park in our demise
In the end, all will be just fine
Last thing I saw this winding road
Goes through valley ahead
This day what fear
I'm already dead, I'm already dead
What shock to find I'm free, yeah, I'm free
Cut loose binds I invented for me
This now I claim in love insane
Kicked down thank you
Would have been so lost
Without doubt your pain
What shock to find I'm free, yeah, I'm free
Cut loose binds I invented for me
Your lies are too much for you, he says
Twisting tree this wind world eyes blinded
Last thing I saw this winding road
Goes through valley ahead
This day what fear
I'm already dead, I'm already sad
What shock to find I'm free, yeah, I'm free