Stigma - Disembodied

I remember back in the day

I remember it well

When everything made so much fucking sense

Now only time will tell

I can feel this building up inside me

The strain must be unleashed

Upon the ones who made me

A slave to myself

To myself

I will not break your crown of thorns upon me

I won’t be your scapegoat

I’ll find my own divinity

I live for myself and no one else

If you don’t like it, then fuck it

I’ll find someone else to be my friend

I know it’s hard to see the truth sometimes

But goddammit i know what’s in my heart is true

I won’t be a victim of consequence

I can’t be forsaken

Now it makes so much sense

So much sense

A new breed of love

A new breed of hate

A new kind of blood

A new kind of rage

A new type of passion

A new type of pain

I will not bow down

I will not change

For you

For anyone

No

Fuck you