He sets his eyes
Low in the deep
To avoid the hatred
Pointed at him
A walking horror
Cursed and rejected
The anti-social icon
Hated by the system
He fights for a lost cause
Blackening the streets
He's got all the attention
As the nemesis of society
Blood is his currency
As homicidal thoughts
He puts a price tag on you
With a cut on your throat
With the eyes of a murderer
And hatred carved under his skin
You should be happy
Because you made his soul rot in sins
Forced by envy, you made a nemesis of society
Now you pray
For all you've done wrong
But he doesn't listen
He's feeding his thoughts
And now you've built a prison
Inside him you rest
The crime is pain
The sentence is death
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