Hate me, nothing gives me more power than your loathing Bring me down. I’ve seen a depth of darkness that you Will never be able to grasp even in your - darkest hours The harder you hit me, the higher I will rise Pressure’s what turns a rough stone into a diamond Wasting the force that you do not have trying to Push me down, so let this tension be heightened The harder you hit me, the higher I will rise Pressure’ what turns a rough stone into a diamond By laughter do I slay You are a waste of my rage Since I’ve learnt to fly I’ve not needed pushing To move from a space The familiar tune that you wished me to whisper in your ears Yet another piece of contrived image that’s here today And tomorrow like most of others, it will - disappear By laughter do I slay You are a waste of my rage Since I’ve learnt to fly I’ve not needed pushing To move from a space The harder you hit me The higher I will rise I set my own destiny No one makes or breaks me