I've seen my share of solitude this life's a lonely stage
When your a fighter and a writer I guess blood gets on the page
I met the devil yesterday he said he knew my name
But I'm living in a shattered hell what good can come from fame
Im barely breathing blissfully im buried in my infamy
Hes tugging on my heart strings a suicidal symphony
Beaten to a broken man I curse you as I fought for this
I'll be your secret savior girl your personal Apocalypse
Ill brave the flames of hell I'll become a blackened shell
I'll burn the fucking world I'll make a martyr of myself
