How does it feel, living on your knees?
Empty and hollow, shallow and cold
Can't even stand the sight of yourself
Born in the dirt, born in the gutter
Times up and I'm calling you out
People like you weren't built to last
People like me were built to bring you down
A vision of everything I hate
It's not blood coursing through your veins
And I see that fake smile, from a mile away
Won't be led astray by your crooked system
Down a dead end path
That can only lead to my doom
I am the beholder of all you desire