I Think It's Time That I Emerge

Check it, I'll teach you a lesson, my weapon's my voice
 And my voice is my blade
 But there's no imitating my brain, you can't fathom the pain
 If you tried to inhabit my mind for a moment
 You wouldn't, you shouldn't, you couldn't last seconds inside of it
 I did it, I admit, I did it all knowing side-effects
 Now my affliction's, I suffer from visions of things that were written
 But my disposition is meaningless even if I know the sequences
 King of the Demons, no stranger to weakness
 I've studied the meaning of meanings
 Been meaning to see what the reason is
 Demon-strate, wait I mean
 Demonstrate all of the anguish I feel through the ones that I vanquish
 'Cause I am the hated but lacking of hatred
 Or any emotion, commotion, or chatter
 Not that it matters, but I've got some matters to tend to
 Depending on my mood
 I might hit you back, but if not, don't be mad
 Understand that I'm not obligated to respond if I am not interested
 Or if I'm occupied, like all my time nowadays
 See, it's great but the weight of the stress presses into my chest
 Life keeps testing, I draw on the paper and don't give it back
 I'm through helpin' out and I'm done giving back
 And I can't hold it back
 The frustation keeps taking away from the vague little patience
 My brain had mistakenly left in me
 No turning back
 It's out of the question
 You can't disappoint me if I leave you anything short of expectancy
 I am the Reaper, I only bring death
 I don't even know what else you'd ever expect of me
 If there's a problem, you probably don't want a problem with me
 XIII The Reaper, releasing the misery of the obscene
 If there's a problem, you probably don't want a problem with me
 XIII The Reaper, releasing the misery of the obscene
 Lapping and lapping and lapping and lapping
 Around you with such repetition
 I just brought it back, back for a second for just a few seconds
 Concealing your fate with a message
 1080 HD and 1080 the wrist with my finger extended
 See, OmenXIII is not shy of a menace
 I am the half-hearted demi-god, nihilistic straight from the depths
 I brought death and then I made a promise to myself
 The misfit, continue to leave my surroundings as lifeless as the place I live
 Now my perspectives grim and that's all it will ever be, all of eternity
 Bitch, I've been certainly working with urgency
 Hurting deservingly anyone irking me
 I speak these words, leaving burns, exceed third degree
 I stay inside but emerge for emergency
 Currently, certainly, perfectly, serving a verse and conserving this currency
 Worst of the worst is they say I'm a jerk
 Yeah, I'm never concerned if you eat, if you breathe
 What you think, what you see
 So please don't take it personally
 I am the reason you've been losing sleep
 Can't keep counting these sheep and expect to see dreams
 OmenXIII, still out of your reach