Am I the victim?
Am I the criminal?
Am I the angel?
Or diabolical?
The bullet or the gun?
What have I become?
Created in the pain of filth and dust
Sex and energy
Turn your head off
Chasing reality
Feed my chaos
Bathed in holy light
Crown comes with a cost
Fuel me from the fight
Feed my chaos
Am I the symptom or am I cynical?
Am I the scissors or the umbilical?
A sinner and a saint
The monster that you made
The God you killed when you said my name
Sex and energy
Turn your head off
Chasing reality
Feed my chaos
Bathed in holy light
Crown comes with a cost
Fuel me from the fight
Feed my chaos
Feed my chaos
It's in my blood and bones so blame the misery
Walking all alone re-writing my history
There's promise in the pain
Rising from the flames
Sex and energy
Turn your head off
Chasing reality
Feed my chaos
Bathed in holy light
Crown comes with a cost
Fuel me from the fight
Feed my chaos
Feed my chaos
Feed my chaos
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