Standing At My Station

I'm gonna find another place,
where hatred is a myth,
somewhere with no lies or hurt,
there's gotta be more than this.

Cos I truly believe that you must really hate,
to treat someone this way,
and quite frankly I don't think I rate,
that kind of hate any way.

Sick of feeling down and out,
sick of being kicked,
sick of being spat at,
sick of being picked,
as the victim in this crazy game,
that we call life,
sick of feeling like a pawn,
sick of you twisting the knife.

And don't get me wrong,
I'm not saying I'm a victim,
not saying that I should be pitied,
not saying I am feeling dim,
I feel completely different,
I suppose you could say enlightened,
but not in any religious way,
just feel like I have tightened,
my grip on reality,
and all the shit that comes with it,
so fuck feeling sorry for myself,
I'm not wallowing in a pit,
of despair for anyone, especially you,
I'm stronger for all the shit you caused,
my attention on your discretion is paused.

So shoot your shit,
run your mouth,
shoot your ammo,
send me south,
oh, you can try,
but it won't work,
cos I've come up,
with what I call a perk,
see I realized a revelation,
you threw your bombs with elevation,
but I'm still standing at my station,
and that brings a new kind of elation,
can't pull no more shit with me,
cos I can be what I want to be,
and after a while you will see,
there's no fucking stopping me.