so you think you know me?

If you think I don't feel hatred as deep as a soul buried beneath a white hood
That fills with rage for whatever it perceives ain't it's kind of colored good
If you think I am immune to the disease that fear breeds inside a shattered mind
That keeps me on edge that in the dark the edge of a blade awaits my kind
If you think I wouldn't sell my soul for a life of wealth and fame and comfort
You must believe I'm someone else, that I've risen above this endless hurt
But I live in a world of turbulence where sin and shadows conceal my silent shame
And the ones I hate are as wretched as I for the hypocrisy of blindly casting blame
For I cannot defeat the demons inside my heart that make me feel this way
Constantly tempting my soul to kiss Satan's feet at sunset on the final day
But as long as I pretend I'm better than the rest I can dream of my divinity
Where nothing I believe or thoughts I reveal will be judged as an obscenity
So if you are of the opinion that I am holier than thou, you couldn't be more wrong
I am all too aware of all my unholy flaws and how death's breath is taking far too long
Being forced to suffer pain and suffer the fools who believe their own self-righteous spin
While the path I walk is over-crowded with souls in infinite denial of their unforgiven sin