I bite the hand that tries to feed me
I make a fist when forced to pray
And even though you can't resist me
I'll find a way to feel ashamed

I let my tongue loose when I need too
I'll bury all the names
And when the liars make their comeback
I'll stick the beasts in the grave

The overture is less concerned with what I want
The overture is immature but I'll mourn my loss

Although I will never get another chance
Will never know what to do
And yet I start
This brand new life that's also full of shit
A tad bit different
But here I am