presently the unpleasant pressure depresses me from progressing, upsetting me but i'll be better
in a sec you'll see, i am set, i'll never settle, my self esteem has stress but i'll get it together
i have left the flee and now i live in a kennel, will i ever
free my head from these little things i'm fed by the Devil?
well it seems i aint given a medal when i was sent battling, still i sit in a hell hole, unwelcoming
i'm an outcast who shifts with the shadows, how can i pivot step at all? forever remember me
my past broadcasts on a channel and magazines cuz my masterpiece you picture's not fragile
flee - the frontlines during War