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.