Strap me, plague me, would you grip me?
Still feel alive I'm confident
Yearning to cast you down
Still feel abused I'm evident to deviate from laws
Still interdicted from rivalry, still got the noxious flam
Into the world of damn
Sloppy turbid shame
The lackluster zest has rubberized the rest
Rack me, fold me, could you hasp me?
Still feel alive I'm confident, unbearable and extreme
Still contradict I'm insolent in desecration of trim
I stigmatize, notorious, gonna dispatch my wounds
Still outstay I'm glorious, a contumacious coon