This is a small town rebellion With a growing body count And this steady hand’s a straight shot away from a down and out
This place of refuge has become a liar’s throne With eyes that rip and shred until I’m bare The walls close in and I’m alone In the lion’s lair
(they’ll get what they know they deserve) In times of currency can loyalty mean anything to them? (it’s time we, we make our mark) This time they, they’ve gone too far (I don’t need this)
I’ll go to town and take out everyone Those bastards, they aren’t getting out… alive And it’s a false sense of accomplishment That keeps me here
This place of refuge has become a liar’s throne With eyes that rip and shred until I’m bare The walls close in and I’m alone
In a moment, this all came undone
I’m sorry for what I’ve become (a spineless wreck of my old self, a desperate worthless shell) I’m sorry for what I’ve done I’m alone This is who I am