This means war

* = Screaming/Growling
I'm getting really fed up with what you do to me,
And everything they're striving for,
well that's just not what I want to be.
I think it's time that you grow up,
and let your slaves free.
Because I'm just the easy target,
still you're no match for someone like me.
You fail to see,
behind these eyes,
or the truth in my lies.
I'm standing up,
honestly I've had enough.
If you think I give a single fuck; You're wrong.
Together we can stand up strong;
it's gone on for too long.
I guess this means war so, so long.
You're getting really sick of just me breathing.
You're growing really tired of just my being.
What you admire is what I find so demeaning.
I'll set you on fire;
I'm no longer shyer.
You can be the mourner,
You can be the cryer,
You can be the liar.
But I've just grown so sick and tired!
If this means war then I guess I'm exactly where I should be.
Arms fired,
You're still a liar.
Your desire,
well maybe you should just hire someone to get rid of me.
After all It's your problem if you don't like me.
I've got my guns,
It's just for the fun.
Don't care if you like me or not.
Pulling the trigger;
and you're the one getting shot.
You've been blinded,
You can barely see.
I'm rising above what you've done to me.
If this is a war, I'll surely win. Your forgiveness for all my sins. Keep thinking i'm wrong just to sing this song. Thinking I'm a backstabber for getting out what I held in for so long...too long.
If this is war,
We're sure to win.
You think it's towards it's end.
But we've just begin.
Because we grew from all the pain,
all your anger and hate has kept us sane.
But we can't be tamed.
We'll never be ashamed,
of who we are.
No matter how far apart,
we are from the rest.
We'll always try our best.
*If this means war We're sure to win! Upon my face there's still a grin! It makes you outraged to see me win! But you've finally seen the light within! Now you see all that is me! Someone you only wish you could be! Now you see you're no better than me, We're all the same though i'm a little strange, I can still see why i felt the need to bleed! What's worth bleeding over; as I look over my shoulder, the lives that you lead, don't mean a thing to me! All you do is worship your own misery!*
If this means war,
well I've come prepared.
across the room you glared,
too see a smile on my face,
because no matter what it is you say,
I'll never believe I'm a disgrace.
Even If i'm a bit out of place.