Sick of watching cowards claim the crown

Some things are just not alright

Pathetic

All I wanted was the time

To figure out my own fucking truth

I won't be blinded by illusions

Hands still tied, they won't loosen

Burnt by the past, I'll die with the fuse lit

I'm bound to nothing

I'd rather die on my feet

Than live on my knees

But I can't feel relief

You hide your fragile spine to feel

The bite of what is real

The blame you love to wield

By yourself, on knees

They tried to swallow me

I saw the tragedy

Let me bleed

When I wake up

Can I find a sign that says there is a way out?

Or am I broken, left here with the weak?

By myself, on knees

I won't be blinded by illusions

Hands still tied, they won't loosen

Burnt by the past, I'll die with the fuse lit