Hunting Me

So burdened with disgust,

I wage my war against the world.

It can seem a losing battle but it's not.

And I'm going out on my shield.

How much more can I give of myself?

I'm looking deep inside,

If the answers don't come soon I'm fucked.

But I'd rather die then hide.

There's monsters hunting me, I would always stand and fight,

but this beast I recognize. Oh god, not me.

There's monsters hunting me, or just trapped deep inside.

but this beast I recognize. Oh god, not me.

Myself I do distrust, no perfect martyr for the world.

If I think I'm getting out alive I'm not,

but I'm going out on my shield.

I know the score I've been beaten before.

The answers lie inside, I will never know it all who cares?

But I know enough to survive.