Waste of my rage

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

The harder you hit me
The higher I will rise

I set my own destiny

No one makes or breaks me