Every minute you speak, you’re spitting your hatred
but still I refuse to speak.
Every second you breathe, you’re suffocating me,
yet still I pretend to breathe.

Then I hear the voice spreading guilt through me.
When I hit the ground, my heart begins to bleed.
I’ll admit it. The pain I’m feeling won’t fall asleep.

I’m under attack, and I’m falling back again.
I’m under attack. The silence is breaking.

I’ve been displayed for too long; the pressure is building;
the bottle is breaking.
It is time to move on and carry out my wicked desperations.

And I can’t see how you didn’t see this [bad word] 
when my sweet revenge (vengeance) is burning inside of you.
Still I’m waiting to feel the satisfaction
but that day never came.

I’m under attack, and I’m falling back again.
I’m under attack. My white flag is rising.

Your time’s up, it’s My turn.
I’ll show you a life full of hope for the lost.
You’ll notice it’s over.
The enemy is dead, there’s no one left to fight.
Just let Me take over and live your life this time.

You were never meant to stand in front of Me,
to take the hate.