I'm a beast to a dying breed, don't look past me though because I'm a fuckin' seed.
I'll grow into something more than just a fucking weed.
Y'all will never hear me bleed; the only thing you'll hear are the monsters in your soul trying to be freed.
If you would have simply believed in me I wouldn't be rising above you, I would be buried.
But thanks for the falsity of hope anyways because after all I am going to fucking succeed.