Testo C-4

Intertwined like a twisted web
Pulled apart by so-called friends
A power trip when bulls collide
Rude awakening I won't align

I am my own of steel and stone
But words still pierce my flesh and bone
Brothers' fight and one will fall While the winner takes and loses all

Tempers rage and nostrils flare
Words are slung that rip and tear
I can't take it anymore
Honors fly and pride is hurt
Embraced in anger darkness lurks
Detonate plastic