When am I gonna realize what I stand for is empty?

The way I breathe the air, hell is preemptive.

Every word I say is like gas in the smoke,

Try to put together a world that I broke

No I don’t know anything

That isn’t an excuse

The universe is endless 

and still I’m so obtuse

I’m sick of using cruelty as a shield

Blind soldier with no weapon to yield

Burn the beasts of anger in my head

Let them writhe in shapeless skins I can shed

Who the hell do you think you are?

I watch you playing chess with fate on a whim,

Another 10,000 hours and you might possibly win.

Singing out loud that you were made for greatness,

But even Lucifer had an ounce of patience.

Twiddle your thumbs and devour your days with

The unending urge to scratch at fame’s itch

Even the mountains move

From the wind and the rain

But you’ve got it in that numbskull head

That everyone else is insane.

Haunt the forest with a darkening squeal

Rip the world apart, an orange’s peal.

Sick and tired of your ice-cold bed

Loneliness the crown for the life you’ve led.

Who the hell do you think you are?