Take your hatred out on me,
pull the knife out of the dammed
and watch them bleed,
watch them plead for forgiveness,
the only thing that seems
to give any relevance,
so take your stance,
be the firs tin line to dine
on their fear.
While the crowd begins to cheer,
there is no forgiveness here,
everyone is but a dear,
with a knife being pulled out,
simply to be watched while they bleed,
as they start to plead for forgiveness,
no longer caring for relevance,
regretting the stance you once took,
we changed the chapters of this book,
for the tables have been turned
and this time it’s you getting burned.