You drive in your fists of hate,
You kick me and beat me and spit in my face,
These countless times have weathered away
All that I was but your going to pay,
For what I've become
This shell of a man
This hole of a soul
This pointless existence
To which your demise is my goal
As I advance and drive in my blade
your eyes grow wide as your hearts cut away
"Why" you ask as you crumble to dust
"Because" I say,
"You've made me this way"