Burden of the Master

I'm fucking volatile and hostile
Demoralized; inside, I fight my own advice
I hide and agonize because it feels like I fail as many times as I try
A prize fit for the size
Smile
Don't try to dial for help; there's no time
Vile lies
I'm fucking volatile and hostile every once in a while
Burden of the master
Guised by a curtain of disaster
Wrapped in a coating of plaster
If I'm alive, I need to die faster
Vile
It's not that I lack the awareness
Lies
It's just lonely in rareness
Vile
I don't believe in fairness
Lies
And I'm getting careless
I want to hear the calls for help before you drop
I want to see you engulfed in flames unfought
I want to feel you convulse when your skip pops
I want the pulse you cannot stop
To come to a halt
It's not that I lack the awareness
It's just lonely in rareness
I don't believe in fairness
And I'm getting careless
Yeah, I'm getting careless
Cause my effort is thankless
I hope I soon perish
I can feel my frame collapsing inside me
The pressure is bleeding
My breath is depleting
The strain of a king, the weight of the crown
Burden of the master
Burden of the master
If I'm alive, I need to die faster
Lungs crumpled and airless
No sympathy, nobody sees
Til my body swings
Til my pistol rings
I find truth as a function of power
Find truth as a function of power
Find truth as a function of power