Taste me, you made me what I am,
Mind polluting, worthless fuck.
Am I the mental feast, bruised and scarred, the underdog
A pawn within a losers game, my strength will grow upon your fear.
Slime, in time you’ll face your end line, judge me not before
Yourself.
Breed, take my pride — that’s all you can.
Hatred surges burning…
-BURNING ME —
Feed, for what atonement do you seek?
Your dying grasp of loyalty…
-BREAKS LIKE BRITTLE BONES —
Forgotten past, I stand condemned,
For I am more powerful than you’d imagine.
