I can feel the heat of war,
Settling in my bones,
My voice ready to scream,
Hear my cry and hear it well,
Little man, I am ready,
I am coming, and I am your end.
I can feel the heat of war,
Settling in my bones,
My voice ready to scream,
Hear my cry and hear it well,
Little man, I am ready,
I am coming, and I am your end.
I am angry at taking the high road,
While you provide court like a jester,
Using my name to buy you laughs,
What I wouldn’t give to drown you out,
Let bitter words fly from my tongue,
Burn the vipers’ nest to the ground,
I’m tired of being the hero,
Waiting on that one just day,
For the truth to finally out you as a liar,
So I’ll bide my time and play with matches,
But one wrong move and I’ll set you ablaze.