Weak is my will
Missing is my skill
Aim not straight enough to ****
I'm a wounded animal with a dangerous bite
No where to hide I must fight
Backed into a corner, what a sight
Better watch out I've gone feral, I've gone madd
I've lost what little sanity I had
To the marrow, to the core, my souls gone bad
Talking to a God that's gone MIA
He never listened anyway
That why I stoped, now I never pray
Been driven over the edge with all the pain
Now agony is what reigns
I'm tired of this ****** up game
I'm sick of a life that fosters
Only Demons in my roster
With my mask, I feel like an impostor
So this skin I'm gonna slice right through
I'll pay my dues
I'll leave a blood stained hue
Then I'll slink back from where I came
Heaven or Hell it's all the same
They both play the same vicious game
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
Weak is my will
Missing is my skill
Aim not straight enough to ****
I'm a wounded animal with a dangerous bite
No where to hide I must fight
Backed into a corner, what a sight
Better watch out I've gone feral, I've gone madd
I've lost what little sanity I had
To the marrow, to the core, my souls gone bad
Talking to a God that's gone MIA
He never listened anyway
That why I stoped, now I never pray
Been driven over the edge with all the pain
Now agony is what reigns
I'm tired of this ****** up game
I'm sick of a life that fosters
Only Demons in my roster
With my mask, I feel like an impostor
So this skin I'm gonna slice right through
I'll pay my dues
I'll leave a blood stained hue
Then I'll slink back from where I came
Heaven or Hell it's all the same
They both play the same vicious game
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