Tough as diamonds, I still stutter.

Even equipped with spirit real resilient.

Titanium temper you can't tamper.

Bullet proof; I am bone brilliant.

No weapon could wage war against me.

You are Hiroshima to my bomb atomic.

Hydrogen gases could never harm me.

Napalm nor nitrous oxide could phase me.

When I fell to this planet, I crash landed.

Rode in careening on a comet.

Like obsidian, I am igneous; volcanic.

Concrete, cinder-block, ceramic.

Jackhammer my stone heart in the street, chances are the road will crack before me.

I survived storms, and tsunamis;

scaled sorrows, climbed calamity.

Rappelled into the fiery pits of Hell,

wrestled with remorse, and reversed spells.

I can't be destroyed now—I refuse it.

My lights may flicker, but they won't finish. 

Any attempts to break me will prove fruitless.

Diamond life of mine can't be cut open.