Delusional in my head,
Illusions weaving this thread.
Retribution is what I crave,
But for this, I have to be brave.

I'm trying to find a way out of this hell that I've created,
I've become a soldier of some form, so I should be elated,
but truth be told, I just feel like a dog who has been crated.

I feel myself becoming stronger then what I used to be,
Or maybe it's just my perception of the weakling who got picked on, the one who got beat up, the one who felt pissed on.

I'm sick of eating this filthy dirt,
I'm sick of being a loser who has no worth.
This vile shit ends here and now! I'm moving forward, going a 100 miles an hour.
I'm moving forward, I'm going to own whatever comes, and march to the beat of my oh so powerful drums.

For anyone in my way, you better prepare, because as of now, I'm a fucking terror.
Do you like the sound of my call, does this seem like something where you'd like to follow along?

Join my army, join the revolution, become something of absolution.
Become a monster that is feared, become someone who sheds no tears.
Become the owner of your destiny,
Become a warrior who has an endless infantry.

These are my words for war, these are my words to make sure I don't come back here anymore.
Forget the past, utilize the present, and make your future something greater, something omnipresent.