About time that I set this record strait
Just tell me that I'm the one
That you want to hate
Look at me
I'm the One that makes you cry
Makes you Fight
I'm the thawn in the Soul of your Shoe
The pain in the Back of your Skull
The scratch you just cant reach
There is nothing that you can do
You're the One That,
Thinks that I'm strange
And you're the one
That would like to catch me
And make me pay
For being and Individual
You'd like to see me walk
In a square of metal
Barred up in A Zoo
Like the Animal that you think I am
You and your Church
That Protect the Innocent
But those whose eyes have been opened,
Like a Blossoming Rose,
Even A Jaded Rose
For we will never know Truth
Until we are Truly dead
You Murder
For all Innocents is
Is the Absence of Truth
You,
who would keep our mines under Lock and key
Poison the Knolage
With which we are fed
Cut our Throughts
You'd Laugh as we Bled
Your pathetic Organisation
Full of old men
All of which are dead
In for a Penny
Out for a Pound . . .
. . . of Flesh

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Sarapin, in the year 257 AF.