Now I am free, walking undergound
Torchured so much, I don't make a sound
When the heat of fire, burns away at me
I'm starting to like it, I will not touch my knee
To the ground and pray, not another time
Why worship a god, that turns on a dime
His opinion of you, and sends you to here
If you do not please him, he holds nothing dear

I think I'm almost there, the area I fell
I just have to find, the greeter to hell
Where are you Stitches? I screamed at the sky
I raised my voice louder, come out here to die
I will fuck him up, and take back what is mine
When he assaulted me, he just crossed that line
That should not be crossed, it's time for him to pay
I'm going to cut, and take his heart away

It's time to be stealthy, I can see him now
It seems he knows I'm here, but I don't know how
I sneak around the side, as he turns around
I must find my wings, I get close to the ground
I can see them now, they're crafted to his flesh
He sewed them to him, in an ugly mesh
I spring into action, I slide toward the fray
Stitches it's your time, only one walks away

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