| I don't impress myself, willing to compress my state, drain the moment, bleed the vein of Poetic justice. Brooding over this seldom compelling story, my lifes work, should have no worry of becoming yesterday's worst. I don't think I'm the best, I'll let you put me through any test, as long as I can say. I told you so when the end shows, I'm on top. I'll never stop, I'm not a tamed beast, I won't join the theives feast, you steal the fame you have. I earn the very thing that some times can burn my hand, as I make the final stand. I don't say I'm the best, I'll let you give me any test, my heart beats, my eyes blank I'll see through your pretense, since after all in the test, I'm the intense guest.(...) Go on, get away from me, go on get away from. Me. You say I'm blind, truth hurts you can't see, I know, that today and every other, I'll be ready to take a test, if you want to give me another. test your guest, I'll place the hace onto your intelligence race, brilliance just around the corner, a beating heart, of the former champion in my hand. As I make my Final stand. |
