In every nook and cranny I am there

You try and push me in a dark corner

Your conscious says I am too much to bare

Your mind uselessly filled like a hoarder

Your cinematic records play over

With every second carefully counted

It’s over without your lucky clover

Now thrown off your throne, where you’ve been mounted

The strong fall to their knees at my mercy

But I will not hold back a single blow

To everyone I’m a controversy

But I will continue to grow and grow

It’s the only way to make you realize

Sometimes you must fall in order to rise