you think
you can mess with me?
weak is what i seem to be
appearances are deceptive
strength hides in my fists
don't touch flames
(when) you don't know the heat
if burned once you won't repeat
a wound incrusts with dirt
to impurify your blood
look into
my eyes, they burn
of anger, now it is my turn
a mouth full of blades
cut deep into your souls
Understand
What I am
don't feel too strong
I'll put you down
fist to face
head to wall
body
to ground
you can't
escape my wrath
I will take your last breath
bruises on your body
the least reminder
you thought
you could mess with me
a broken one is all i see
remember my name
I am the moshpit
the pit