Bitter

My head pounds
Mental note to self
That darkness is an old friend
It's my personal hell
Bankrupt of moral wealth
Devoid of mental health
Let me loose from my shackles
Cut me loose from this cell

Cause I ain't afraid of darkness
I have been here before
And if I ever needed you close
I ain't need you no more
Don't come asking no questions
And I'll tell you no lies
Ice for a heart, bitch
Surprise, surprise

"Defers to no man
He bows his head to no lord
Kneels to no sigil
He owes his soul to no god
Cynical critic
Had no faith in the cloth
Higher powers he spits on
At the prayers he scoffs"

"Cause good men die young
And the brave ones die first
If we're truly His children
(He) must ran out of love
So when you meet God
Tell Him I ain't far behind
What use are all the prayers when we live just to die?"

I'm good for me
Not good for you
Too cold to hold
I live to spite you
No peace for fools
Nothing kind to say
You are no longer welcome
So best be on your fucking way