You made me what I am,
Mind polluting worthless fuck.
Am I the mental feast,
Bruised and scarred,
A pawn within a losers game,
My strength will grow upon your fear.
In time you'll face your end line.
Judge me not before yourself.
Take my pride - that's all you can.
Hatred surges burning me.
For what atonement do you seek,
Your dying grasp of loyalty breaks like brittle bones.
I stand condemned,
For I am more powerful than you'd imagine.