Fireworks

Maybe you were born in silence
Born to be the prodigal son 
Its a good thing that you're prone to violence 
You'll need it when the time comes
Tougher men have fallen to the ground
You survive cos you’re a weakling
And others go to battle for your crown 
Cos you are

Afraid of me
I can smell your fear while im knowing on your door. 
Don’t you worry, it'll never ever be the same. 

It is just the tip of the iceberg
Imagination's overrun
Then you start losing your lights first
And darkness will overcome
I think its time you went into hiding
Find a place where no on knows
You just make for easy finding
Cos you are