The concrete floor was cold and deep,
Where acid whispers stole my sleep.
Crushed by their lies, my ruined name,
I cursed their blood to bear my shame.
Crushed by their lies, my ruined name,
I cursed their blood to bear my shame.
I climbed above the bitter crowd,
My merit quiet, fierce, and proud.
But standing high where clear winds blow,
I watch the heavy traps below.
My merit quiet, fierce, and proud.
But standing high where clear winds blow,
I watch the heavy traps below.
Their structures crack, their systems bend,
Yet vengeance brings a hollow end.
The ultimate win is looking down,
And wishing mercy on their crown.
Yet vengeance brings a hollow end.
The ultimate win is looking down,
And wishing mercy on their crown.