Behemoth

from the second that I fell out I've struggling every day
been to hell and back, but no one is stopping me getting payed
ain't nothing up for debate, no matter what the delay
end of story they be talking bout me like one of the greats

cause most of my life I've been a weirdo
and other people often just perceived me as a zero
a stranger in some cheap clothes with big dreams and steep goals
a lone mariachi on the move without amigos

and solitude it turned into a stronghold
while the exterior slowly growing stone cold
rage against the world, while I hid behind a console
this is the dark diary of yet another lone soul

but I grew up, and my skin began to thicken
I turned wicked, through the stories I had written
the shit was sickening, and i became the villain
while fighting to survive here in my own prison

you've been through the fire
felt the flames on your skin
this is not what you dreamed of!
now you're aching within

even tho you aspired
to being true to yourself
they all went and put you through hell
but now you're a behemoth

they creating diamonds under pressure
with lying and oppression
rose the mind of a professor
unbiased kept writing
and rhymes made up the message
his life was all displeasure
now's time for the aggression

don't threaten a beast with its back to the wall
mathematic precision increased to maximum core
motherfuck this silly game, there's no passing the ball
only complete annihilation and the lack of control

so this goes out to all of those who fight possessed
who never rests, but wreck it daily only to be second best

who screams right back at imagery that only wealth is blessed
hell is next, fire breath burns away their melting flesh

feeling like I was some sort of war machine
you better not be bringing that conformity
cause a devil is what people meant I ought to be
they be running when I turned it to a torture scene

you're a pawn to me, another wannabe
like a manifestation of lacking quality
I'm chopping the suey where the broccoli
return of the king, I'm the prodigy