I have looked out over this precipace you call life.
I looked down over the masses and saw nothing but strife.

I saw the robed ones adorned "in Gods own image"
I saw nothing but hypocracy, lunacy and moral damage.

I looked over and saw a man shot and killed for being black.
I saw you look down on him and then you turned your back.

I watched your greed and your corruption and egotism.
Blinded by all but the thought of capitalism.

I watched as you martyred the good ones among you.
They were few in number but injustice rang true.

Now im the hated one no longer a friend to your sorry asses.
Just cause i see things different and not through rose colored glasses.

I tried to be there for you to be your best friend.
There to offer a shoulder or guidence through the end.

You laughed at me when i cried as i watched the news.
Hurt by the pain and suffering by those of different views.

So fucking what.. I wear black and i like the taste of blood.
Youve found a different person to to taint with your unending flood.

Maybe youd like me if i pillaged or if i could maim.
Maybe if i was actually good person with a different name.

Maybe id still be loved maybe id still be inspired.
Maybe is still be cared for and maybe a bit admired.

As i stand upon this precipace one thing if perfectly clear.
I am nothing to you and thats all that i fear.

So i walk away and travel my own lonesome road.
Bound back to hell my life without you i go.

i can no longer stand here and watch this farce called the human race.
But you know what.. It no longer matters... ive already been replaced..