Tailor-Made

Who were the hands that formed me,
The minds that thought they could control,
What was the price of this undertaking,
And why was I left out in the cold?
Tailor-made for disaster
Created to become a weapon
An enemy in my own mind
You never thought that I could disarm myself
By placing that part so far away
Locking it up tight to never let it out
Replacing the ruler with an innocent boy
He holds the scepter
And wears the crown of aggression
The most sought after jewel in my fiery reality
Only one can wear the title of emperor of the mind
But there is one who seeks day and night
Searching for the child who remains enthroned
Forged from fire the crown is my salvation
Planted on a firm foundation it is my hope
For when rage falls into the hands of strangers
The world very well may come to an end
But I speak the question again
And I send it into the winds
Who created me to be like this?
Who do I place the blame?
Was it mommy or daddy or somehow neither?
Was it me with my insecurities and walls built high?
Could it be that I'm sick and I don't know why?
Or is it that I'm possessed and belong to the Devil now?
I was made for destiny but why is it I think,
That my future holds a sentence for a man that's been replaced?