I bet you weren't an outcast as a kiddy
I bet you weren't forced on with unstable powers when you were fourteen
I bet you didn't lose it all at fifteen
Then go through it all again at nineteen
Yet here I am still standing
With a solid sense of morality
Meanwhile, one small loss and you start in on war crimes, leave em bleeding

Leave me bleeding and you'll be disintegrated
Trying to reach godhood is so bland and overrated
You get your pumped up kicks from revenge and hatred
Meanwhile, I rise above the pain and reclaim innocence