Trusting Soul

No escape from the pain inside
Victim of rage, sick of living
A product of struggle
I bow to no one
Suffer the silence, tribulation
Sickness preserved
The lowest of filth
No sacrifice, no self respect
Vile heathen
Abhorrent existence
Cast to shame, condemned to the knife

I won't be your fucking mark no longer
I see through your lies
The deceit in your eyez

Rejected in spite of effort so cruel
Forgotten by all, cold gaze consumes
Blinded by hate
Your blood on my hands
Mentally scarred, my rage burns through
Sentenced to life
Upon dead souls
Agony endures, Arrogance follows
A trusting soul
An easy target
Never again, I owe nothing to you

I won't be your fucking mark no longer
I see through your lies
The deceit in your eyez
I won't be your fucking mark no longer
I see through your lies
The deceit in your eyez