This pathetic world is so systemized,
Jumping to conclusions at the drop of a dime.
And who am I to disagree?
With the way this world chooses to label me.
Making accusations based on my past.
Every a**umption that you make makes you more of an a**.
And you could care less about my life.
I'm just your faulty system's sacrifice.
Constantly following me, breathing down my neck.
I can't do a single thing, without feeling your breath.
Always quick to point the finger of blame at me.
When at the root of the problem it's you I see.
So now I point my finger back at your swollen head.
The world will never know the facts until you are finally dead