Why did I end up like this?
They ****** me over for too long and turned me into everything I swore I would never be.
Is that why they take the truth away?
It’s so misconstrued, how many others are hoping for a better day?
Why do they have to cover everything up?
It’s been long overdue that I’ve had more than enough.
So why do they keep picking everything apart?
I’m more damaged than whatever they did to my heart.
Why do they play god?
There’s no use in beating the odds.
Because they map everything out.
And give those less fortunate a harder life.
I don’t know about you but it makes me want to tear out my insides.
Would things be easier if I just gave in and took my own life?
I want to fix things but there’s seldom me left inside.
So why is everyone taking others lives into their own hands?
You can’t get rid of bad karma on other people’s hands.
So what’s with this cruel master plan?
They left me hopeless and it makes me want others to suffer less, so I guess now I have my own plans.
I don’t know what they’re doing or why.
But they make me die a little bit everyday even though I’m running out of time.
Too many people wear a disguise.
So why the **** won’t they do something of value and stop ******* with peoples lives.

Where’s the barbed wire I want to tie up your limbs, squeeze till it turns blue and slit open your wrists.
Rip out your veins and shove them in your mouth.
Rip out your tongue like you’re rotting in hell.
Nail your eyeballs into the socket, sew your lips together, cut them off and put them in your pocket.
Get a tile cutter to split apart your feet to your knees,
Get a sledgehammer to shatter your femur because you’ve already brought me to my knees.
Set you ablaze for all of this torment.
You all ****** me over before everyone was for it.
So excuse me for wanting to get revenge.
But you can’t expect to torture someone their whole existence and for them to not turn out like this.

(Directed at the masquerade or whoever the hell is out to get me. Awesome.)

I guess it’s better to hate and be hated, than try to make amends because no one would let me change this.
Why the **** would I crawl back to the ones who did this to me?
It’s all such a twisted cycle ran by fear and greed.
So I guess all the seeds of hate that you planted worked.
I hope everyone rots and I want it to hurt.
I used to think all of this was something never deserved.
But the majority of my existence seems like some people deserve the worst.
And I’m not golden either because I turned out this way.
But believe me when I say I will never again pray for another way.
This was the pettiest torment I’ve ever experienced.
I’d rather burn in hell or get tortured in notre dame.
I guess I was right because everyone’s the same.
******* people over until they have it their way.
Just rot in ******* hell or get tortured all the same.

Why the hell do they form all these alliances?
The loop probably created all of these disguises.
But they were the ones who gave life no meaning.
So now hate evil and greed are roaming freely.
I guess I know who started this mess.
But who was it before them? Will they ever give it a rest?
I guess this is why there are terrorist bombings.
But look they’re intertwined with isis. Don’t worry I saw it coming.
People say they’re lending a helping hand.
But what if they stop caring, it was probably part of their plan.
I hope my time comes before the world goes to ****.
Because I never wanted to be a part of any of the *******.

They’re all so thrilled.
I hope they find nothing but hate for them still.
This town is like a cult.
And somehow everything is my fault.
If I could I’d rearrange their organs.
But I’m helpless so all of this gets worse or stays the same so it’s somehow dormant.
I hope they get the karma for doing wrong unto those who didn’t see it coming.
But somehow they’re all so happy and loving.
This makes me ******* sick.
If I could I’d give them a bunch of hits.
But this life is in remiss.
I got ****** into the middle of this.
I want to gauge out their eyes.
Tear out their organs and see what’s under their disguise.
But it’s not in me to win.
So **** them all, life is just a series of their sins.

So give me a ticking time bomb.
Where will it go?
Buried underneath this cesspool of a town?
Who even knows.
I’m the worst of the worst for living in the midst of all of this.
A once good hearted person led into remiss.
And maybe that’s why I wish them so much worse.
I’m a sociopath who gets homicidal, so I guess that’s why it doesn’t really hurt.
So tell me, why the **** did I ever even care?
They were always this bad, I always needed a breath of fresher air.
Who torments children into a waking nightmare.
Saying “that’s just how life works” will never be fair.
So I guess that’s why I’m always shut out of peoples lives.
Have I ever met anyone who wasn’t wearing a disguise?
My instincts tell me this life is filled with only their lies.
Get me out of their sequence because all I wish for is for them to all die.
But **** it I guess cause they’ve all been waiting for my demise.
I don’t give a single **** because my heart is shrinking in size.
So as I wait to never return, I’ll spend my last passing moments hoping that they all burn.

Corrupted minds.
Clouded judgement.
What happened to the true things and feelings?
It’s like smog, polluting everything it comes into contact with.
What happened to purity?
Everything is meaningless.
Counterproductive.
My tainted being is no better.
But my mind wants to find a way out.
But I can’t fathom it.
At the point of being crippled or tied down and locked in a cage.
What’s the point of this labrynth of a maze?
There’s no point to these mindless games, or all of life’s charades.
What are they covering up?
Does it matter?
I’m always the odd one out.
So why the **** am I still here?
It’s clear that no one wants me here.
So as I hope they suffer for the torture they put me through, I’ll hope the ones who never got involved live the lives they deserve.
Because everything they do feels like a curse.