Ryan Kirby - Problems lyrics

I built the cross I am the beast the wicked hand That pulls you under until you can't breathe Choke on the pain of my wrath Understand that it will never end Pure ecstasy in your misery Your heart beats quicker inside your chest I will be your end I am the problems Is there no hope for me? I am the problems Is there no hope for me? I am the problems Out flows the blood of the innocent Long live the path of destruction No peace No peace You will fear my face We have created our end A fate we can no longer fend Breeding minds to hate spite and grasp at any growing trend We brought the flames I will be your end I will be your end I am the problems Is there no hope for me? I will be your end I am the problems Is there no hope for me? I am the problems I built the cross