Sick of wearing a mask
Sick of hiding my face
Sick of every motherfucker that is in my way
Sick of digging for answers
While you bury the truth
**** your method to my sadness, I will bury you
Dig!
I will not become a figure of my mistakes
I will not become the mask, fear is not my fate
You can’t turn down anger
You can’t silence pain
You will not put out the fire that burns in me
That burns in me!
