Testo Faulty System's Sacrifice

This pathetic world is so systemized,
Jumping to conclusions at the drop of a dime.
And who am I to disagree?
With the way this world chooses to label me.
Making accusations based on my past.
Every assumption that you make makes you more of an ass.
And you could care less about my life.
I'm just your faulty system's sacrifice. Constantly following me, breathing down my neck.
I can't do a single thing, without feeling your breath.
Always quick to point the finger of blame at me.
When at the root of the problem it's you I see.
So now I point my finger back at your swollen head.
The world will never know the facts until you are finally dead