Lyrics

Rip into my mind
Slit your way inside
Pick a place to hide
Cower from the light
Twisted mind

I'm done with going quietly
I'm cautious to their comments
I'm quick to paint a picture
Cause crying wolves amusing
Pathetic and pitiful
You really are too much

You are the problem
You fake a conscience
You block a blossom
You lie beyond us

Feed him to the lions
The jungle needs her sheep
Leave him missing pieces of a puzzle incomplete
You're fucked in the head you
How can you be so weak
You gauge your strength by switching up and pleading to be seen

You are the problem
You fake a conscience
Stomach making mockery's of lives like it's an option
Qualified for leadership
Stood by the side of satan

This could be your sign that all you knew were lies
Try and justify the way you ostracised
The way you follow blind
And ridiculed my life
Made me out a savage that could never ever
Rise
Above
I am more
Fucking whore