The Maker

This is after the guns are drawn After dusk has turned to dawn This is the calm after the storm It's brand new morn This is after you beat your chest And you talk how you're the baddest and the best After we've put it all to the test And we kill the rot and leave the rest This is after the gloves come off After the puppy show, the bluff When we check what we are made of The fabric and the cloth Only what make' me Can break me Only what makes me And you're not my maker My pain's consuming me from the inside The line got crossed so far it's out of sight Delusions rule my mind Should i just leave it all behind? Or should i give it some more time? It looks so foolish to be trying To keep something alive that has lost it's will to live There's so much more i wanna give Only what make' me Can break me Only what makes me And you're not my maker This is the moment of truth And you have lots of things to prove I have been wrongly accused And soon you will make your move You're about to become old news Your god is hating me I wasn't built loose I won't, I don't, I don't need you (Only what make' me) see, I don't need them (Can break me) no see, I don't wan't them I don't need them You check this no' No no no...