Act like your ass is cemented to the pity pot,
Resting upon it like a fucking throne
You have it high enough to dodge accountability
To make sure it never hits home
Clutching to the past never letting go
Foundation for the prison built for mind and soul
You were the warden, and yet you play the convict
You try to lock me in but find all the locks are picked
Im just trying to sift through the ashes
Of all the shit you burned down in me
And when i reach a point of starting to rebuild
You throw a fit when people see what youve done
Its not my fault youve knocked yourself of your fucking throne
Now that youre on the ground lets see you try and run
How dare you try and cast me as the villain
Im moving on and never looking back
I used to wish that you would bury yourself inside these walls
But now its not enough to simply watch the prison fall
Ill shit on the remains of the cell you had me locked in
Then step away while you wipe these memories off your chin