Taste me, you made me what I am,
Mind polluting, worthless fuck.
Am I the mental feast, bruised and scarred, the underdog
A pawn within a losers game, my strength will grow upon your fear.
Slime, in time you=B9ll face your end line, judge me not before =

yourself.
Breed, take my pride - that=B9s all you can. =

Hatred surges burning... =


-BURNING ME -

Feed, for what atonement do you seek?
Your dying grasp of loyalty... =


-BREAKS LIKE BRITTLE BONES -

Forgotten past, I stand condemned,
For I am more powerful than you=B9d imagine