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.