Hatred and dismay, heart full of decay,
things don't go your way.
You create your world. Now, you are their lord,
making them bow down to you.
Do you feel the power,
making others kneel
to those rules and those beliefs that you made up?
In your darkest hour,
others you torment,
thinking there is nothing that can make you stop.
Inside of your shell, you created hell
into which you fell.
When you feel the pain, you turn blood to rain.
Then, you feel so right and sane.
Your words are not true, smiles are fake, too.
I see right through you.
To you, I won't fall. I will keep my soul.
Back into your cave, I'll make you crawl.