fed up waiting for the due's I was promise, becoming a laughing stock.
am I really the slave I hear pumping in my chest, if I could I would just cut it out
playing hide and seek, becoming a pawn in the game I never saw coming
the king of kings, taken by a trick of a trip under the bed the boogeyman
waits like a panther waiting in the shadows, (Its Feeding time)
victims aren't we all