Hate me, nothing gives me more power than your loathing
Bring me down. I’ve seen a depth of darkness that you
Will never be able to grasp even in your - darkest hours
The harder you hit me, the higher I will rise
Pressure’s what turns a rough stone into a diamond
Wasting the force that you do not have trying to
Push me down, so let this tension be heightened
The harder you hit me, the higher I will rise
Pressure’ what turns a rough stone into a diamond
By laughter do I slay
You are a waste of my rage
Since I’ve learnt to fly
I’ve not needed pushing
To move from a space
The familiar tune that you wished me to whisper in your ears
Yet another piece of contrived image that’s here today
And tomorrow like most of others, it will - disappear
By laughter do I slay
You are a waste of my rage
Since I’ve learnt to fly
I’ve not needed pushing
To move from a space