Like Infinity said,
I don’t have a problem speaking, your problem is receiving.
Like a rossetta stone stolen by a demon.
Called ego professing,
The idea of prophecy and heresy,
Judgements and pharasees.
Subtley winding its way,
Into your mind everday until,
You become the monster.
And its not your fault that you were lost,
'Cause you were abandoned,
By a hereditary tradition of bad parenting.
Like a wet dog drowned getting beaten,
Set into a land of wolves and cretins.
You are, you are, that is.
Unfortunately, the world’s bastard kid.