Hostility and mean words
Were my birthday gifts
I accepted them wholeheartedly
For I deemed them fit
Justified, thanks to my faults
For they helped me grow,
Taught me that the best emotions
Are the ones that are never shown
Bidding my time to see
When I would be on top
When I would have the upper hand
When I'd be impossible to stop
More cause than effect,
Revenge intoxicated me, so sweet
Trampled in it's hateful wake
I felt like I stood firmly on both feet
I killed, I stole, I sinned
Sold my soul a thousand times over
I had to get back at them
I didn't care if I got any lower.
You ask me, "Have you got all you wished for?"
"Of course! Isn't it how it seems?"
"Are you happy being the last man standing?"
And I'll reply "Yes, it was my dream"
But I will ask you to take a look
At water in the Sahara
And flowers in the Arctic
Ask them what it's like
And all you will get in reply from those solitary revolutionaries
Is silence...
