So burdened with disgust,
I wage my war against the world.
It can seem a losing battle but it's not.

And I'm going out on my shield.

How much more can I give of myself?

I'm looking deep inside,
If the answers don't come soon I'm $#&@ed.


But I'd rather die then hide.
There's monsters hunting me, I would always stand and fight,
but this beast I recognize. Oh god, not me.


There's monsters hunting me, or just trapped deep inside.
but this beast I recognize. Oh god, not me.

Myself I do distrust, no perfect martyr for the world.
If I think I'm getting out alive I'm not,
but I'm going out on my shield.


I know the score I've been beaten before.
The answers lie inside, I will never know it all who cares?

But I know enough to survive.