[Verse 1] Lion’s pride takes the stage, fighting style mainly rage, Contained by its position as prey to the greater human race. Facing a better-looking mirror, Its figure contorts into a powerful liar; One that transforms any sliver of doubt into celluloid clout. [Verse 2] Blood boils, bubbles, fizzles out, Pouts, mouths “Kill yourself”. He smiles like a mime, a clown with no words, To empathize with other jungle lords. As the sword exits wound left, He's met with a subset of rights he can’t exhibit properly. [Bridge] Sloppily I write out loud: “I am hate and hate is myself.” He does too, the hate is true and pure as rue For his loss of senses, Defenseless, I hang restless, Legs kicking—no longer reckless. [Outro] My use was in death.
