I'm looking at you but it's not you that I see.
It's something plastic molded around worthless beliefs .
Now you look at me and the nature of my game that you're so sure of and you don't even know my name.
But names are useless.
It's just the anger that counts.
It's what defines us and its what dictates our bounds.
This fortress has been built up so high and so strong that it can crush any rival.
Right or wrong.
The truth doesn't matter at all it just makes us weak.
Destroy anything in your path.
You don't have to speak.
Rivalry is what it takes to make the world exist.
Strength is individual.
Strength is group ritual.
It's standing against anyone not like you.
And now that you've found yourself and carved out of stone you stand a coward afraid to be left all alone.
Alone and sacred shit Afraid of all that you were.
Thought you moved forward?
You moved a mile backwards!
This fortress has been built up so high and so strong that it can crush any rival.
Right or wrong.
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