I am judged, so I will start the massacre.   The first shot fired, left the gun long ago.   I hope you, set your goals higher than you set your standards, a test of your self-worth.   I am judged, so I will gladly start the massacre, for you.      Age-old textbook ideals, with no chance of steering course,   here-in lies the problem, the marionettes march on.      Millions live their lives, with blinders on their eyes.   A synchronized, "nail in the coffin."   Did you want me to curl up and die?   I think, therefore I am.      Why should I prove myself when you haven't been proven to me?   Why should I base my life on your fucking lies, in your goddamned rule book?   With no chance of paradise. No guarantee of a better life.   Your bitter life, guarantees your place in paradise?      Wasting away, counting the days,   No answers found, by bowing your head,      To a false god.   Your president is a murderer.   You bow your head to a murderer.   On your knees, with your back, to stained glass.      I AM JUDGED, so I will start the massacre.   The first shot fired, left the gun long ago.   I hope you, set your goals higher than you set your standards, a test of your self-worth.      Years you've wasted, I will live my life without judgement.   Years you've wasted, I will know myself before I cry your name.      Amen to that.