Birth Of The Cruel

I'm just a Judas looking for a silver line
And tomorrow is still a step behind
Hey, hey, drama, I'd love to be a waste of your time
Oh, no, thanks so much for wasting mine, so hear me out
Let's hear it for the damaged, who understands but the broken?
Developed in the arms of spite
I'm all fucked up and I make it look good, adrenalin sight tonight

I'm overthrown
I'm over your throne
I'm over it
Sick, sickened, sickening, I'm stricken by the fist
Blessed are the fires that have burned me
Listen to this, the lesson is: Never underestimate the agony
Death of the fool
Birth of the cruel

Remember how you spent the best part of forever in a state of pure disease?
It was another thing altogether to forget that you brought out the worst in me
Hey, karma, you don't feel like I do
You just wish you'd hate like I do
We are the bitter, the maladjusted and wise, fighting off a generation too uptight
We're all dressed up with nobody to kill, the rhetoric stops tonight

I'm overthrown
I'm over your throne
I'm over it
Sick, sickened, sickening, I'm stricken by the fist
Blessed are the fires that have burned me
Listen to this, the lesson is: Never underestimate the agony
Death of the fool
Birth of the cruel

Now's not the time for denying, shifting the focus to scare
Let's not forget we're all guilty
All three dimensions polluted by earnest despair
I'm overthrown
I'm over your throne
I'm over it