An empty room with a little child playing with snake eyes
Punched in the gut he prays for the first time
Everyday with bated breath he waits
For something to go wrong
So begging for the right attention he vies
The turn of minds they possess
Destined for hellfire
The ones in the stands are the blessed
They found a way to go
Under the truth
I struggle to keep my head above
The waters take me down as I'm crowned last
Why the hell do I stick out
Like a twisted, broken, sore thumb
Feasting on the lives of others and their
Flaws and downfalls that don't matter if I
Find them will I just be normal
Or another coward that's dressed as a lion
The turn of minds they possess
Destined for hellfire
We, the hunted protest
Believe the truth will out
But only after I drowned
Sacrificed myself for a vision on the throne
Will, I ever see a kingdom as my home
A million tries later as my tears fill the world
Memories fade as I see the light of the dawn