I am tired Of being frowned upon In the eyes of bastardized gods Who pray for the fall I want my piece I want my say I want my way Crush everything Burn the garden Spread the knowledge I want to skin the face off of Every superficial human To really see what's underneath They were never human beings I am tired Of being frowned upon I'm tired Of being looked down upon In the eyes of Bastardized gods Who pray for the fall With Trickster like tongues Their ego is a sponge They can try to soak me up But I will slay them from the inside