GhostOfAnEgo - The Anti-Hero lyrics

[Intro: GhostOfAnEgo] This song is for every underdog, who never became the hero, who flat out lost Who got f**ed for no reason, undeservedly [Verse I: GhostOfAnEgo] I never rest I'm constantly combating stress Attacking with tactics of terrible terror The nightlife's a nightline to nighttime's Nightly nursery rhymes of nursing my Bursting curse of humorless hurt Restarted pains stitched into heart veins Harp strange A lovely melody to loveless melancholy Mental memory mentioning to me Moments of being left bereft by theft The anti-hero who loses his muses To antagonistic heroes It's aggravating you relating Hero play Satan Being patient means waiting Making music to soothe nocturnal souls Without infernal goals You heard the role Anti-hero without the princess But I am the prince Machiavelli [Chorus: GhostOfAnEgo] I am not the hero I am not a zero An anthem to keep at them till you Back them back away from you I am not the hero I am not a zero An anthem to amend An anthem to help you to the end [Verse II: GhostOfAnEgo] Boxing gloves slipped on Into the ring fear gone Been beat bloody by Those who love me Cover the chest, head shot Cover the head, chest rocked Legends born in the ring Die in the ring, cornered in Sometimes I get disheartened Sometimes I let the dark in Forget the world is mine And get in the way of my Dreams [Chorus] [Verse III: GhostOfAnEgo] Staring out the window Wishing I win though Wisdom will wistfulness Not minding mining my mind By the time I arrive my Destination's expiration still on vacation Vacating the vacant variants To verify trading traitorous Traces of talent for frowned fortuitous fame While deciding to decide Decisions die Sitting next to sunsets, day's end Thinking regrets, end of days Pink skies, tinge of blue Think guys, what if it was you? Open road, nowhere to ride Closed home, nowhere to hide Confessions of second guessing You getting the message? [Chorus] [Verse IV: GhostOfAnEgo] Twisted thoughts from disses I fought Confidence conquered from playground playtime Played the player to play the naysayers Saying my maybays be maydays Hey they hate the way my heydays Ain't fake nor fade away Fated to play Faith in the day I make plays Still staking days in beat makers To make my way Unheard and unnoticed The verdict is reversed in verses Verifying versatile versions to Vertigo vertical vertebrates Any and all Ending it all