Look at me and know that this is where it ends.
And like the acid in my mouth, as I spit fiery murder,
We'll all burn to the ground just for your spiteful trends,
It has just gotten too far that I can't hold it any further,
Testified by the friends of convenience of my side,
Their support marred only by the cowardice they hide.
Sore eyes suddenly watering as soon, things turn sour,
As you painfully eviscerate my pride with tainted power,
Your power over these pawns that you play like a game,
Satisfaction sinking onto your face with a pale half-moon,
I loathe you like the dead loathe the living for my inflicted shame,
And I mourn you for the knowledge that you'll be departing soon.
Too much will it cost me to allow this charade to maintain,
How free we will be when it comes down to me, to not refrain
From the absolution of our desperate state. Can't you hear the sound?
Can't you hear it round and round as we stand in the playground?