I vow to take this to the street
To battle in the sleet
I don't get beaten often
I'll convince you who's stronger
Shell of your former self
Tension runs high
The weight of the world is on your shoulders
The crusification is near
Blood will drip down the liquid drains
Death for a purpose
Evil is apparent
See it in my eyes
I used to live in a small village in Scotland where I spent most of my childhood getting beaten up by "the older kids." Instead of writing about what I went through I decided to write about what went through my bullys head in an over exaggerated way.
