Razor - Cycle of Contempt

You think you know what's good for me
But I don't live in luxury
It seems to me you're out for blood
While I don't have much more than mud

Pretentious attitude sends anger to my core
To crush the narcissist that treats me like a whore
You like to make up rules from which you are exempt
So I will end you and this cycle of contempt

I try my best to get ahead
But you treat me worse than the dead
I've let my fear get out of hand
It's time I live the way I planned

I won't ignore the fact that you like to control
I'm trapped in prison but I'm gonna get parole
And as you lay there dying still you don't repent
The rage that takes me ends the cycle of contempt

Anger is the weapon as my temper starts to rise
All this built up fury's gonna end with your demise

Won't give you mercy, I won't let you plead your case
Savoring the panic as the sweat pours down your face
Anguish and suffering for this you will repay
This cycle of contempt won't see another day