Under our Shit

I know who I am, you really don't have to say.
Under our shit, in the dark, we like it better that way.

I am the monster, I accuse you to be.
When the facade comes down, its all really me.

I take all I can and I tell you what for.
I push love aside, and kick trust out the door.

I think I am fighting for justice and truth.
Angry at the world, and what it took from my youth.

A creative genius destroyed before I was born.
A beautiful painting, but the artwork is torn.

Fighting to make sense of what fools might say.
Under our shit, in the dark, we like it better that way.