Face to face with the lone individual who tried to erase me - excuses came, deals were made, but I'll never cower down, bow down, or fall down.
The last one tried it. The last one failed.
I feel it deep down, like a pit in my gut where the pride used to hide., and its gone now but so what? I've faced the past and I proved I can last to the end - but what happened to my friends? Like a tiptoeing burglar, they were off in the night without a fucking regard for what's wrong or right. They thought I'd disappear, they hoped I'd go away, but I knew in time that I'd coral my prey.
The last one tried it. The last one failed.
Now I'm hunting you mixed-up son-of-a-bitchs went down the wrong path. Like a robin, now I walk and stalk without a pack. I try to resist, but my fucking instincts won't be supressed. I have a tolerance for silver, but not disrespect. You've caused a change in my outlook on all humankind: they're self-obsessed, they've lost my trust, they're much too weak-of-mind. No longer will I waste my time hoping for what i know is not: they're just a battle-scar from the wars I've faught.
The last one tried. The last one tried it. The last one tried. Now you've tried it, and you failed.