I'm such a danger to myself
Just think what I could do to you
Do unto others before they do unto you
Burn down the world just to keep warm
I am the unclean
The cast off that you've thrown away
Less than the sum of my parts
The storm of thorns grows
I'm torn by what they have done
Crushed down like Atlas
I am the surrogate sin
The bastard child you fail to see
I've sufferd for your freedom
Died for your lies
Unstable grounds support my world
Too many bloody battles fought
So sick of the copper scent
I hope you're happy with what you have done
You have broken me
You win...
