i called myself the chosen one
put a giant target on my back
the purity police called out all my bullshit
said i wasn't punk enough
said i sold out
before i sold a single thing
just wanted to make a living
without selling my soul
to a fucking corporation during the day
to make half the door
once or twice a month
they wanted me to fail
they were scared of what i aimed to do
what i was sent her to do
so they punished me for the "sins"
they said i committed
they gave me a crown
made of old guitar strings
covered in blood, sweat, and piss
my coronation of the damned is complete
they made me a martyr for the things i believe in
and it was a good death
or so they thought
they tried to wish me away
like republicans try to pray away the gay
you should have known i was born this way
i will be a fighter until my dying day
go down swinging
go down singing
it is said
that the skies will black out
the day i rise from the ashes
of anonymity
and its such a pity
that those i was here for
are the ones that put me down
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