The Nerve.

No sleeping, Driven mad

Don’t you try to understand

In fact you pretend to care

Then leave me ‘lone, Standing there

I’m fed up, No more lies

I’m too good to compromise

Take too much, Give too little

Support, What’s that? Unfulfilled
You toss spirits off the block

By takin’ souls and trading Nótt.

Fortunately, In your demise

You’ll finally come to recognize

By then it may be all too late

No time left to change your fate

You brought the pain upon yourself

What’s wrong? Can only dish it out?

No more games from yours to mine
Good for nothin’ but a rhyme

I’ll blast your sins out the mic

To prove its time you got a life.