Blanket statement to all those who ever tried to exploit me
I am not a by product of my environment
The sweat of my brow is my own, a badge of my intent
Oil for the gears of change, a future to claim
Ambition of what you have shown with bastardized ideals
How much can one person hold, and how much can they steal
The roads they pave lead me home on my path to vengeance
Words that fill their walls of hubris, fill my veins with rage
So what happens when the serf doesn't feed the fiefdom
When the edge of your blade hurts less than your whip and its flay
And your sins lay bare for the world to see them
Will your hunger pangs
Loosen your grip on the reins
The roads they pave lead me home on my path to vengeance
Words that fill their walls of hubris, fill my veins with rage
The penance of our day and age
We trade spirit for steal
Appraisals set through blood
Bound at birth
So what happens when the edge of your blade hurts less than
Your whip and it's flay
Blanket statement to all those who ever tried to exploit me,
I am not a by product of my environment
So what happens when the serf doesn't feed the fiefdom
When the edge of your blade hurts less than your whip and its flay