I started at the bottom and worked my way up.
And i can't get enough.
This feeling is a surge.
I can't put it into words.
It's right there in my eyes and mind.
This feeling is a different kind.
I can't describe how I feel.
But i know that it's real.
This anger fuels my motion.
This hatred fuels my devotion.
A devotion to be on top.
And it won't stop.
I won't let it drop.
I can't let this feeling go.
It's something that i have to show.
I'm drowning in my own disdain.
This feeling gets rid of all my pain.
Pain that has settled in the bottom of my stomach.
It's so thick it'll make you sick.
I can't and won't let this feeling drop.
I won't and can't let it stop.
Because I'm on my rise to the top...
