[In]Complete.

I’m an outlaw king without the crown
A rebel without a cause
I’m a rocking guitar without a tune
Running in motion without a pause

I’m a lock without a key
A country without history
I’m a genius without memory
Surfing on the wrong frequency

I’m a baseball bat ready to swing
A loud talking singer who cannot sing
I’m a loaded gun ready to shoot
I’d sale my soul to the devil if I could

A heart full of rage
A fist of courage
Though I’m not quite as strong
To this world I don’t belong

I don’t want to exist, I cannot persist
To this world I cannot resist
Even the angels know I was born to quit
I was born incomplete…

I’m incomplete…

Incomplete…

*darkest hours catastrophe*