I was lost, I was, I was, I was inside the earth.
They called me faker, but it takes one to know one, dear.
I was blunt, I was, I was, I was unbreakable.
They call me Satan, but it takes one to know one, dear.
I, I am not the one, likely, to dress up in sympathy.
I, I am not the one, not me, I have no empathy.
'Cause I still got those scars on my knees, I am my own disease.
It's your life or it's his, so you, you gonna fight so hard, and helicopters screaming no, think your head held high.
It's your life or it's his, so you, you gonna smoke him out and when the flash come I see both of my fingertips.
I, I am not the one, likely, to dress up in sympathy.
I, I am not the one, not me, I have no empathy.
'Cause I still got those scars on my knees, I am my own disease.
I, I am not the one, likely.
I, I am not the one, not me.
I, I am not the one, likely, to dress up in sympathy.
I, I am not the one, not me, I have no empathy.
'Cause I still got those scars on my knees, I am my own disease.
I was lust, I was, I was, I was unbreakable they call me Satan but it takes one to know one, dear.