Target

I feel like a target
People want me to die
Sick want my suffering
I hate to hear your voices in my mind
Everyone is sick bunch
The world needs air
I need to breathe

No
No
No
I'll continue
I will win
And triumph
Give me the wings for me to fly
I will show everything I learned
And I know how to orchestrate

I'll kick the ass of every son of a bitch who doubted me
All of you will die and I will live forever the God of darkness
My mind burns in chaos
My soul burns in turmoil
I deserve triumph and all my power then
Those of spiritual energy will live
The awakened continued the journey to eternal freedom
Fools! Hahaha