God Dethroned

(You've got)
No comprehension for my train of thought.
Realising no-one cares a damn about me.
Disqualified by the tyrants I see.
What if -I'd love to- make you scream.
Symptoms of hate.
My decision's made.
No more attention for the rules of you game.
Pushing the needles, feel the stabbing pain.
I had a bad trip according to design.
It made me restless, now I do know why.
Symptoms of hate.
My decision's made.
This withered soul.
Will destroy you all.
And bring you down!
Down!
Falling down!
Feel my raging breath.
Now!
Down!
Falling down!