There’s a fire in my veins—
A raging mass of chaos in my head
A bleeding sadness screaming in my heart
I am the unholy representation of everything society has come to hate
I am the embodiment of rebellion
Born because of your exclusion
An illusion you hide behind
A god that doesn’t exist anywhere
But in your own mind

This is your comfort, but it is false
Here is the truth:
The ones you call filth will be the ones rising above
While you cower in the shadows
Hunting for some substance in your tiny faith
To you we are dirty.
We are the bane of your existence.
But while you cling to fake promises
We will set the world on fire
Watching as it burns and a new one rises
From the ashes

We are the unseen
The filth, as you call us.
We may not be pure
But you are the one whose hands are unclean.