You want me dead, you want me gone, and I’ll be your wayward vagabond

See through my scratched lenses and cry out repentance when you see me unscathed

You want me deranged, you want me insane, and you want me to cry, you want me to lie, do you want me to just die?

Love is my hatred, without it I’m naked, but you’re the ones who made it this way.

You want me compliant, you want me absolved, and you want me to be the victim when your morals fall?

Livid fueled passion, your medial distractions of the tragedies that happen in this world today

You want me censored, you want me cut, and you want me to give fuck about the lies you feed the youth?

Diversionary tactics, plain and placid people who hold the reigns, power you promise me if I bow to your infirmity

You want me conformed, you want me dumb, you want me to be mentally numb as I march to your god’s son

I’ll be the fire of your rage, the maggot of your decay, the fear that you feel when I show what is real

You want me dead, you want be gone and I’ll be your wayward vagabond, pugnacious I am when you try to grab my hand

Conflicted and reeling from this hate that you’re feeling, you’re hopeless when knelling under a crumbling ceiling.

You want me to fly, you want me to never again speak, and you know the secrets that I keep will bring about your end.