You play all day and show me hate,
well now it’s time take back what’s mine.
Deliver this sicken fist to your face.
I got to get way out of this space.

Your on the dirt.
Sleepless, desperate and bound.
Your whimpering like a three legged hound.
But you wanted me to play?
I feel torn inside when I when I am
Seeing you this way.

Here lies before me,
yet another damaged man.
Trying not to fall, and break his only hand.
This world has torn him,
disconnected and ravished his soul,
but he is strong and mighty.
We all know it hurts to fold.

You play all day and show me hate,
well now it’s time take back what’s mine.
Deliver this sicken fist to your face.

There is no room for me, and you,
in this dejected powerful place.