i am the thing that makes you sick
i am the blame that gets placed quick
detect the crack within your lie
i´ll be the wrath of your disdain
i´ll be the fear in you ingrained

become the facts that you deny

i can feel this pain is real
i hate deep down inside
and like broken glass you´ll shatter
with bloody fists i´ll batter
like a ten ton hammer son

i´ll be the trembling in your breath
trickle of blood upon your flesh
you´d love to watch me take the fall
i´ll be the thing that you despise
cause i´m a be there standing tall

i can feel this pain is real
i hate deep down inside
and like broken glass you´ll shatter
with bloody fists i´ll batter

like a ten ton hammer son

i can´t stand or take another day my friend
you could learn a thing or two

i can feel this pain is real
i hate deep down inside
and like broken glass you´ll shatter
with bloody fists i´ll batter
like a ten ton hammer son