Crown of Lies

Creatively speaking, I'm a mess.
There's something in your eyes that you won't confess.
Your life is a lie, that makes your death a liar.
I watched this whole city burn down, why the fuck did you set fire?

Running from a ghost, I can taste my own fear.
Jumping off the edge, I'm trying to make it clear
that pain has no mercy, but the Master does.
He watches closely, sending light from above.

My power's quickly fading, my strength is long dead
It's funny 'cause I didn't even wince when you put the bullet to my head.
The blood, it doesn't stain, but the killer surely does.
How long can this go on? How long will I run?

I see a shadow ahead,
but it's bringing me down
Don't mind me.
I'll be wiping the blood from your crown