The left-over warmth from the burning fire,
Embers settle into the charred earth,
In the tender decay of the dying hearth,
They say that I'll soon begin to tire,
But I tell 'em that I'm just getting started.

Until I need to crumble,
I'll stay in your prefrontal,
Until I get into trouble,
I'll let the thunder rumble.

Where’s the barbed wire I want to tie up your limbs, squeeze till it turns blue and slit open your wrists.
Rip out your veins and shove them in your mouth.
Rip out your tongue like you’re rotting in hell.
Nail your eyeballs into the socket, sew your lips together, cut them off and put them in your pocket.
Get a tile cutter to split apart your feet to your knees,
Get a sledgehammer to shatter your femur because you’ve already brought me to my knees.
Set you ablaze for all of this torment.
You all ****** me over before everyone was for it.
So excuse me for wanting to get revenge.
But you can’t expect to torture someone their whole existence and for them to not turn out like this.

(Directed at the masquerade or whoever the hell is out to get me. Awesome.)