Rise, From Your Ruin

Verse One

Strike the match, lite the fuse

You are no longer my muse

No mercy, No grace

You will never win this race

Your head tilt, can’t cover your guilt

My bloods spilt, now i’ve rebuilt

Chorus

I will rise… from your ruin…

Your endless shame…

Your psychotic game

I will rise… from your ruin…

Your endless shame…

Your psychotic game

Verse two

Burn it up, tear it down

I know how you won your crown

No funeral, no grave

You thought you were so brave

Your empty stare, just a sad glare

My image tarnished, your character perished.

Chorus

I will rise… from your ruin…

Your endless shame…

Your psychotic game

I will rise… from your ruin…

Your endless shame…

Your psychotic game

Verse three

Swallow hard, throw it up

Your morals corrupt

No angel, no demons

Just your pathetic reasons…

You convinced yourself I was the one who was wrong… any excuse you needed so he wouldn’t say so long.

Chorus

I will rise… from your ruin…

Your endless shame…

Your psychotic game

I will rise… from your ruin…

Your endless shame…

Your psychotic game

I will rise… from your ruin…

Your endless shame…

Your psychotic game

I will rise… from your ruin…