#FTLScapegoat Lose it in my music In tune with the pain I'm bruisin A unit I paint to prove it stay true to the weight I'm moveing. Assuming I pay my dues Then I use em to make it lucrative who could say their not moved By the root of my anger brewin Up soon to leave em in ruin such humor they seem Diluted Ain't new to the way Im choosin To shoot and penetrate through em Lunatic get brutal with few to repay the dues I've been looted But hangin to it Then Used and Jaded May lose If I do Then I may improve it illuminate thru the music You cant say a thing to change the way I pursue it Too late im in tune with the patience which became therapeutic Afraid I'd make a movement Been Hated aint got a clue what I do to bring em amusement Soon to relay the fluent Infusion I may come loose give me room or your fate will lume Over tombs I lay em into incinerated The few Who still mistake it as new til flame hittin the fumes