Deadbeat Assailant

The root of my fear comes from the wrongful assumption I already knew what was here And all I mistook for the truth, betrayed by my body through process I cannot refuse How do I stifle my breath to stop my pursuer delivering me to my death My heart pounds in my throat, praying to god as I desperately try not to choke What were my fatal wrongs? A life in a world in which I did not belong? And what is my punishment? How much should I suffer until you can be content? Aren’t you satisfied that thousands of me have already given their lives? Could you even be fulfilled? What do you gain from all the dreams that you’ve killed? A god complex unearned, a reverence you’ve come to expect but isn’t deserved Afraid to admit you haven’t conquered your fears Compensate for your wasted fate A being of same flesh and blood driven solely by hate Compensate for your wasted fate A being of same flesh and blood driven solely by hate Still I’m the one who must suffer, still I’m the one who must take the fall For the weaknesses within yourself that you don’t have the strength to address The illusion of power for the irrational mind drawn to smoke and mirrors And you will dissolve unfulfilled and your campaign will soon be forgotten The hand of fate will hear my cries and you’ll be the one who dies The hand of fate will hear my cries and you’ll be the one who dies Acts of violence to break the silence / Amused by the used and abused You celebrate winning a game / that no one else agreed to play The hand of fate will hear my cries and you’ll be the one who dies The hand of fate will hear my cries and you’ll be the one who dies Reign of terror preying on those whose power you secretly fear Infantile emotion control of destructive proportions The hand of fate will hear my cries and you’ll be the one who dies The hand of fate will hear my cries and you’ll be the one who dies