Power in my head,
Drives illusions that should be dead.
Malice in my mind,
Infects every bit of solace I do find.
Fire in my bark,
Exposes monsters lurking in the dark.
Pain in my words,
Makes me an outcast of mainline herds.
Truth in the rage,
Forces me to keep on turning the page.
Crutches en masse,
Ensures this tantrum will not be my last.
Third eye blind,
Weaves these chains which expertly bind.
Embraces me as his ever favored bastard.