The Second Fallen Star of Lucifer

In the throne room, I sit a man whose spirit was broken so long ago
Welcome to this theater of tragedy
Where my suffering has become their commodity
See and be a witness to this ballad and this play
This late testimony, these last rites
I am no king of the outlaws, no angel of the underground,
No rebel to society, no patron saint to the pain of the outcasts and those with no voice
I am the greatest actor this world has ever seen
I have conned so well I have scammed myself
I could never be, and I don't wanna be, I should've never thought
That I could be the savior to my few people and their holy land
How foolish was I
I Imprisoned myself in all my dreams
I ran so fast I missed every exit to a better fate
I hid within my hate as shield from all my trauma and pain
I warded off the evils of comfort and happiness with a symbol of wrath and misery
As you watched me on a stage you thought it was entertainment
But for me and for some of them it was a religion
And every night I screamed and preached the words I had written for you to believe
But like every religion, this one must have a martyr as well
I am prepared to be crowned with razor wire
And crucified, so my memory is immortalized
Like a million altars they built in bedrooms for me
Even In my hour of darkness and fear
I know what comes now, an end to my pain
And their dreams of life eternal
In the dark and silence
I feel no more agony
I am no god, no idol, no king
With tears in my eyes I realize the broken thing that I really was
I am no black mountain prophet, No purple skied crusader
My society rejects me
Because I was a scourge to them all
I Don't wanna be the son who dies for your sins
The bringer of peace to the war of classes
The king of the people who have lost all hope