//Verse 1//
There's more to it
Yo you must be new to it
Coat hanger in the uterus
Snuffing your life out before it begins
Failed operation
Born with a crown of thorns and horns upon my head
My twin brother died in the womb all too soon, I still feel him though, He aims to consume my soul
Sometimes I question if am truly the wicked one
The guilty son.
Made sick by a system that takes no pity and encourages sin instead
They want us weak but not dead, they keep us sedated so we could drone on and forever consume instead
Hope is lost with no chance of fighting back.
Bastard child coming out the box with schizo
All his friends live in his head
Isolated incident, the issues I raise fail to take precedent, Blatant but irrelevant
Since when is rape to be considered Immaculate Conception
Fucked up ain't it and you believe that shit.
Christ in the manger
I be reborn with the Flames of anger in my eye 
Redefining the meaning of danger 
I try to hide
truthfully I'll always be a stranger
Ego death is the way to the path of the righteousness, but who's to say which way its leads
Facing self destructive tendencies
So it seems I am my greatest enemy
//end//



Tomcat