I couldn't ever respect those who think they are high and mighty.
But don't know one thing about pain.
Just look inside me and feel the scars.
To those who don't know what it means to be driven to your knees.
And never learnt to be strong and fight on their own.
What it means to carry the guilt of demons and the burden of angels,
still not giving up.
Still, reaching out for light.
I'd like you to know what it means.
But you won't ever understand
without the witness of my hearbreaking moments.
With living in your world which brought darkness upon me.
Those who are rotten inside,
Those who are rotten inside, who didn't walk through purifying flames,
who never had to cross lonesome depths of agony ...
Those who don't know anything
Those who don't know anything about being trapped inside your mind ...
(The only place where it's safe.)
(Yet haunting of unfulfilled dreams.)
For now let my hatred speak and give me some hope.
You are the ones
You are the ones who break the world apart
You are the ones who break the world apart and don't even care.
Your existence – the worst,
Your existence – the worst, preying and stepping on others for fun,
Your existence – the worst, preying and stepping on others for fun, misguiding and blackening,
Your existence – the worst, preying and stepping on others for fun, misguiding and blackening, not even sparing innocent souls,
turning us into a mess
turning us into a mess through your perverted practices.
It hurts so much how far you have gone.
Still, I have to thank you.
Because of you I know
Because of you I know what I don't want to become.
And for what
And for what it's worth fighting for.