An empty room with a little child playing with snake eyes Punched in the gut he prays for the first time Everyday with bated breath he waits For something to go wrong So begging for the right attention he vies The turn of minds they possess Destined for hellfire The ones in the stands are the blessed They found a way to go Under the truth I struggle to keep my head above The waters take me down as I'm crowned last Why the hell do I stick out Like a twisted, broken, sore thumb Feasting on the lives of others and their Flaws and downfalls that don't matter if I Find them will I just be normal Or another coward that's dressed as a lion The turn of minds they possess Destined for hellfire We, the hunted protest Believe the truth will out But only after I drowned Sacrificed myself for a vision on the throne Will, I ever see a kingdom as my home A million tries later as my tears fill the world Memories fade as I see the light of the dawn