For now there’s no redeeming
Sub-conscience all consuming
Untamed my rage is burning
These scars I wear unbarring
Untie the reasons that keep me restrained
This is the season, the season of hate
So
I fear in no one
Nothing can touch me
For lack of more frustration
Or my reconciliation
I am the only
Thing that destroys me
I hold my own convictions
Yo me rompo
Why am I a victim to myself?
When everything burns
My torture lies within
Am I a victim to myself?
When everything burns
My tortured life
This presence ruled by anger
My rationale a stranger
I grip my own conclusions
Built up from my delusions
I have encountered, begin to tremble
Frustration blooming
It rips right through me
fear in no one
Nothing can touch me
For lack of more frustration
Or my reconciliation
I am the only
Thing that destroys me
I hold my own convictions
Yo me rompo
Why am I a victim to myself?
When everything burns
My torture lies within
Am I a victim to myself?
When everything burns
My tortured life
Boiling point, violent saint
Boiling point, violent fucking saint
Saint, saint, saint, saint, saint, saint, saint
Saint, saint, saint, saint, saint, saint, saint
Why am I a victim to myself?
When everything burns
My torture lies within
Am I a victim to myself?
When everything burns
My tortured life
Why am I a victim to myself?
When everything burns
My torture lies within
Am I a victim to myself?
When everything burns
My tortured life