i hate bullies
Walking the corridor, floor is a war-zone, shore-stone heavy in my pocket, I’m a ghost in a post-code, broken like a socket. They’re jealous of the vision, the precision, the ambition, So they mask their own omission with a hateful superstition. "Look at him," they whisper, like a blister that’s erupting, Every word is a fissure, bitter liquor they’re adopting. They hate the way I thrive, they hate the way I’m alive, They’re the drones in the hive, while I’m the one with the drive. [Bridge: The Tension] The locker slams. The laughter rings. But they don’t see the gears turning. They don’t see the bridge burning. It’s time to show 'em the difference. You’re a petty little entity, a memory of lethargy, I’m remedy and energy, the enemy of treachery. You’re fuming and assuming that the looming is consuming, But the blooming of my grooming is the booming of the dooming! You’re jealous of the pedal, I’m the metal on the bevel, I’m a rebel on a level that’ll dishevel the devil. You’re a clutter, I’m a cutter, I’m the utter bread-and-butter, While you’re stuck in the gutter with a mutter and a stutter! I’m a powerhouse, sour-mouse, tower-house architect, Hard-to-wreck, bar-to-check, scar-to-neck intellect! You’re a hater, a faker, a complacent undertaker, I’m a maker, a shaker, a vibration earthquaker! I’m advancing and dancing, enhancing the glancing, While you’re prancing and chancing a boring romancing. I’m efficient, proficient, sufficient, and omniscient, You’re deficient, suspicious, malicious, and fictitious! I’m the alpha, the omega, the Sega, the mega, I’m the legacy of levelling the pedigree of Vegas! LOOK AT ME NOW.
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Walking the corridor, floor is a war-zone, shore-stone heavy in my pocket, I’m a ghost in a post-code, broken like a socket. They’re jealous of the vision, the precision, the ambition, So they mask their own omission with a hateful superstition. "Look at him," they whisper, like a blister that’s erupting, Every word is a fissure, bitter liquor they’re adopting. They hate the way I thrive, they hate the way I’m alive, They’re the drones in the hive, while I’m the one with the drive. [Bridge: The Tension] The locker slams. The laughter rings. But they don’t see the gears turning. They don’t see the bridge burning. It’s time to show 'em the difference. You’re a petty little entity, a memory of lethargy, I’m remedy and energy, the enemy of treachery. You’re fuming and assuming that the looming is consuming, But the blooming of my grooming is the booming of the dooming! You’re jealous of the pedal, I’m the metal on the bevel, I’m a rebel on a level that’ll dishevel the devil. You’re a clutter, I’m a cutter, I’m the utter bread-and-butter, While you’re stuck in the gutter with a mutter and a stutter! I’m a powerhouse, sour-mouse, tower-house architect, Hard-to-wreck, bar-to-check, scar-to-neck intellect! You’re a hater, a faker, a complacent undertaker, I’m a maker, a shaker, a vibration earthquaker! I’m advancing and dancing, enhancing the glancing, While you’re prancing and chancing a boring romancing. I’m efficient, proficient, sufficient, and omniscient, You’re deficient, suspicious, malicious, and fictitious! I’m the alpha, the omega, the Sega, the mega, I’m the legacy of levelling the pedigree of Vegas! LOOK AT ME NOW.
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