Success
Success
Crush me with your drive
The eyes on me are of pity
No grace for the ones who fall
Christ beats me with his crutch
Whips my hide till it bleeds
Curs my being you might
For what reason
Because of fall
Never will I turn to you
Your society tripped me
Raped my innocent mind
only confusion will fallow
Leave me be
My own world
where no one trips
your grace of shadow