Double-Jointed Knuckles

Whispers and hateful moans

This is what I call home

Confetti and blood

On my face

And I won't be below the rain

I will embrace the pain

For there is a fire in my veins, and I won't let them blame me

They mark me as infamous

But I was the one who made the sacrifice

To keep them all on this dirt and wood

When I should've driven them six feet under it all

Tales of dark fake deeds spread

Expecting me to turn the other cheek,

as they called me freak, as if it would hurt

it did for a moment..

Then my skin flared, I laughed because

I held my ground; they don't know what a storm is

So I'll show them

How hell opens, chews, and spits you out with your head spinning

Rise your weapons, prepare for everything to fall in the lighting

I will be the anthem of death and the doubt in your eyes

No one will come

So walk into the fire