So burdened with disgust, I wage my war against the world. It can seem a losing battle but it's not. And I'm going out on my shield.
How much more can I give of myself? I'm looking deep inside, If the answers don't come soon I'm fucked.
But I'd rather die then hide. There's monsters hunting me, I would always stand and fight, but this beast I recognize. Oh god, not me.
There's monsters hunting me, or just trapped deep inside. but this beast I recognize. Oh god, not me. Myself I do distrust, no perfect martyr for the world. If I think I'm getting out alive I'm not, but I'm going out on my shield.
I know the score I've been beaten before. The answers lie inside, I will never know it all who cares? But I know enough to survive.