Cower in the Presence of...

I’m defined by dollar signs in a tiny man's life - a check for wasted time
Hero dreams of a small town mind and a blue parasite; a devil in broad daylight

Justice is a moral charade
Obey the hero or lose the fucking game
I wish that I could turn and walk away, but my life is a waste of their time, unless they are wasting mine

Label me - shove me back in the cage
I know that you just couldn’t stand to see me walk away
Color me evil and dig your knees in my back, rob me of oxygen until my lungs collapse
Fuck that
A life that's sworn to protect yet all you do is nеglect all those that need you most, and that person was mе but you just wouldn't see it in this ghost

Believe what’s seen just as it is - the best clowns are the gullible
Trial by print for the guilty soul; amusement for the miserable
Is this all there is between wrong and right?
It simply cannot be sustained
This itch to fix this consumes my mind, and it can't be locked away

Color me dead, and please present some reason when you bury me - explain away the pain; the rage
Create the enemy

And in this moment I witness the reaper come to steal your future
Dressed as a fucking pig, deemed the judge, the jury, the executioner