Toxic Zoan

You love to place the blame on others
But could never see you’re the actual problem
Want to save Gotham
As long as you play Batman
And someone else is Robin
Want the glory
But never want to make the sacrifice
Wolf covered in sheep’s clothing
I’m sick of your crafty disguise

You know the good things
But constantly fail to embrace it
You’re talented, I admit
But you’re lazy, and your talents you just waste it
Snorting lines of coke, resorting to low blows
Oh I don’t know
I think I’m better off on my own
I’m better off on my own

You became lost in
The fame, and the money
Can’t see that you’re toxic
And that you be bugging
Saying that you are destined for more
But your flaws, and tendencies
You continue to ignore
You’re so toxic
God damn, you’re so toxic