What is that you believe in?
What is it that you fear the
most? It’s hard to handle the
truth when it’s at your fucking
throat. If you’re going to crucify
me for my “so called sins”,
at least stake me up somewhere
with a view. I want to see this
“hell” I’ve made. Don’t say I’m
only the martyr. Just know
that I’ll be waiting. I’ll stay
alive just to show you; I’ll be
everything you’re not. Who is
that you blame the most? Your
ignorance your only resistance.
Don’t let it get the best of you.
I’m everything you’re not. I’ll always
be what you’re not. I want
to see this hell that I’ve made.