Success is my greatest revenge
I left my friends I
Got sick of playing pretend
I wear my best smile
Said that I needed my ends
Give me the gold crown
Before you try to make an amends
I bring the rain down
Said success is my greatest revenge
I grab my pen
Carrying on with these actions of sin
I bleed again
Catch me in the trees pulling the strings
Like I'm Geppetto
Wouldn't lie
I was raised in hell, it's called the ghetto
Never settled, push the peddle
Dropped Lucy, hit like metal
Death is ready, aiming steady
With the pointer to my head
Hear the demons scream
"Yea we want you dead"
And I can't really see
I got these visions in my head
Right
Right
My pain will bring the revenge
Now let's pretend to
Hide from our demons within
I seem to tend to
Comply WHEN they saying TO sin
I think I REALIZED that Hell is the way that it ends
I think it is
Right
Right