🎵… At school I couldn't handle the beef
And I got a battery
I did retaliate with my speech
My teeth got shattered
And nobody gave a fuck about me
How I was managing
Drift into a magic (so tragic)
Wish I could vanish then...
They say that whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. That 'God' never puts anything in front of you that you can't handle. You can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. Etc etc etc.
It's all bullshit, man. Motivational mumbo-jumbo spewed by the rich and mass produced by marketing teams to cash in on the working class, and make them feel guilty whenever they're not killing themselves to make somebody else a profit. That's all life is, isn't it? A bunch of made up horse shit dangled in front of your face, so close but so clear that you'll never actually reach it. That's it.
That's it.
… Now I'm the one with the love
I got a smile on my face
But I'm the one that's corrupt
Yeah, I'm kinda deranged
Now I'm the one with the fear
At any moment I'll break
(Now I'm the one with the gun in my hands)
So how do we break out of it? This cycle of self hatred and mutilation? The idea that we'll only ever become somebody if we lose our entire self in the process. Conforming is what they want, but rebelling is just as good to them. Because when we rebel? We become the bad guys. We become the villains, and they the victims. It's a win win situation for the elite - because we either meld under their fingers, or collapse under their grip. So what do we do?
What do we do when we do everything in our fucking power to matter, and we don't? You try to work hard, and they want you to work harder. You try to live an average life, and they make you feel invisible. You try and love -...
... and nobody will ever love you back. And those that do are just as fucked as you are. It's the system - and it keeps working because we let it work.
I'm preaching loud so for your ears can hear a slug
I'm so corrupt, fear is a powerful drug
(Now I'm the one with the gun in my hands)
Preach lies, hate, fear, love, trust
I'm so corrupt, fear is a powerful drug
(Now I'm the one with the gun in my hands)
(I'm the one with the gun in my hands)
I've lived my entire life never being enough for anybody. Sure my parents had my back through most of it, but they were just as fucked as anybody else. But I always had that sliver of hope, the silver lining in the storm cloud - that if I tried hard enough maybe, just maybe, it'd mean something. And here we are. I've been clinging to that hope and the only things I have to show for it are white knuckles and a dunce cap for thinking that this time was going to be any different than any of the others.
That's on me.
What's not on me... is what happens next. Because I've made my point. I've stated my case. And nobody gives a shit. So why should I? Malachi, Bella? If either one of you think there's any part of me that is coming into Destiny looking to win a wrestling match and walk away with a championship like any normal fucking day, you're both about as stupid as you make yourselves look on Twitter. Fuck Destiny. Fuck the PWS Apex Tag Team Championships.
I'm coming for blood.
I'm coming for your heads.
I'm coming for your fucking careers.
You see, it's been a hectic couple of months for me - but again, talking to a wall because I know damn well not a single one of you air headed self obsessed narcissists are going to listen to a fucking world I say. My words may fall on deaf ears, but you can't say I didn't try and warn you.
From day one - day fucking one, I've talked about how much I despise the inheritance of respect you two have been awarded. And I've beaten it to death, the reason as to why you two are where you are... so let's talk about something different shall we?
Let's talk about Tyson Sykes. Let's talk about the kid who in middle school was too small, so he was beat up by every fucking crack head and jail bait piece of shit that walked those hallways. Let's talk about the teen who was so fucking obviously depressed but his parents, love them to death, but his parents fucking thought he was possessed by the devil and needed more of the big G.O.D. to snap him out of it, because fuck if they knew anything about mental health. Let's talk about the young adult who was so full of anger and resentment that he joined the police force - not to protect and serve, no no. Not even close. To have a literal badge saying that it's OK to beat down the fucking scum of this earth. Instead, I was told to do the exact opposite. To overlook those pricks that deserve to have their heads stomped in and focus on those deemed as 'bigger threats to the community'. And I'm sure you all know what I mean by that.
… I threw my hat up
Graduated from the academy
Load up my gun
Ho, hey, no fucker batters me
So who the fuck was surprised when that dude grew up to be as resentful as he is? Not me. And I get it, everyone was dealt a shit hand in life in one way or another... but while you were being told you're too young to wrestle, or that you need to calm down and stop being so wild all the time... while that was the strife you grew up with I was watching innocent people fucking die to a fucked up system. I was watching kids like Dionysus grow up to be labeled a freak and dangerous. Kids like Alexander Lyons grow up to be called unstable and dangerous. Kids like Jonathan Sanders grow up to be classified as manipulative, unhinged... and dangerous.
I watched kids get slapped around, put down, and taken advantage... I watched them grow up to be just as angry, just as unstable, and just as fucking dangerous as me. And guess what. I'm glad that I grew up the way that I did. Because at least when I stood in that ring holding a championship, a symbol of achievement even under a company that has proven time and time again it doesn't give a shit about anybody in that locker room... but even for a company like that I could stand proud knowing that I fought through all that and I made it. Maybe not for years. Maybe not for months. Maybe not for weeks.
But I had made it.
Bella, Malachi... you two are phenomenal athletes and very competent wrestlers, but you both sum up the entire PWS, the entire wrestling industry - hell, you both sum up this fucked up world itself. Good looking. From a good family. Have it all but still have that chip on your shoulder as if the world owes you something. You're figure heads of the system. And no, the world doesn't owe you anything but you better believe it's going to keep giving you it because people like you will always feed the system.
Which is why I can't fucking wait to destroy it. I'm not that kid getting pushed around. I'm not that teen getting told to get over mental illness. I'm not the young adult being used as a legal assassin.
I'm Tyson fucking Sykes. And for once in my fucking life, I'm in control now.
… Now I'm the one with the love
I got a smile on my face
But I'm the one that's corrupt
Yeah, I'm kinda deranged
Now I'm the one with the fear
At any moment I'll break
(Now I'm the one with the gun in my hands)
I'm preaching loud so for your ears can hear a slug
I'm so corrupt, fear is a powerful drug
(Now I'm the one with the gun in my hands, yeah)
Preach lies, hate, fear, love, trust
I'm so corrupt, fear is a powerful drug
(Now I'm the one with the gun in my hands)
(I'm the one with the gun in my hands) 🎵