A Bloodstain on My Sanity

I am nameless, I am faceless, Only violence calls my heart
18 years I have been thrown and torn apart
For nothing more than repercussions of a fading echo
A knuckle print on my sanity, I’m holding on but I must let go

I call this dirt home, I spend every night holding tight to a warm thought
I call these bones my own, They’re begging me to take the shot
My blood is escaping, Reality begins to take shape, My mind is aching
With every last breath, I will fight, With every last breath, I will not back down

I am nameless, I am faceless, I was born alone and I stand unknown
18 fucking years I have been accused of your crimes, Throw another stone
I love to take your punishment, My mind is my prison and the floor is my home
A bloodstain on my sanity, I’m beaten to bone and must bow to your bloody throne

No longer can I lay idly by as you kill this innocence within me
No more can I shun the tears that drown the hope within me
I will stand upon this broken earth, And I will strike back
I will shake the dust off proving my worth, And shine beauty upon the peace that you lack