The Last Warrior

I was an angry little child Left outside cause I was wild

Never had that many friends Not the one to walk the line

Kept my pace on the other side I was the sour kind of blend

I've been alone since I was born Came out backwards in a storm

A pariah in the crowd The one you whispered about

Made sure that I wasn't around Where I walked I brought clouds

These old scars are well deserved I am the last warrior

I was the blackest type of sheep Repudiated disbelieved

Never cared much for this world Was never lucky much indeed

I got blood like kerosene Light a match and I explode