What You've Made Me

I know why you hate me,

You can't stand our success.

You can't take our army,

Losing what you do best.



Look what you've made me.

You've created this.

You'll never destroy us.

You've got nothing left.



It must hurt you so bad,

Knowing that I'm not dead.

Did you think your torture,

Would create a monster?



Look what you've made me.

You've created this.

You'll never destroy us.

You've got nothing left.