The lies never end, you people deserve to descend.
I know I’ll never mend because my life is just pretend.
So how long will you keep up this hoax?
I think it’s time to take some notes.
You should never bring someone into this misery.
And no one cares if they can truly see.
So go ahead and wish to not turn out like me, I’ve already lost my sanity.
And you’ve all lost it with your alliance and greed.

Why is it deception against truth?
Does anyone have their own shoes?
I don’t wanna continue but if I don’t it will be my demise.
What else is there, except for lack of time?
I don’t understand their contorted distortion.
But if there’s no truth there will never be order.
So why is it always me against the mass?
There is nothing of value in the things they cast.
They belittle what’s right, and keep you in strife.
Until one day you want to succumb to the knife.

Everyone’s ****. No one will overcome. Maybe to the knife I’ll succumb. I’m sick of your ******* lies, and I’m left pretty numb. Serpents around every corner. There is no order. When will the lies cease. Your hate is the worst disease.

Trapped in this petty sequence.
Is there hope to get out of remiss?
No one should have to succumb to living like this.
But hell knows I’ll never feel bliss.
So as I stumble in the shadows of the life I used to call mine, I’ll try to think less about my lack of time leading to my demise.
As I hope that these sadists burn, but with the way they map everything out, there’s no hope that they’ll ever learn.

I’d take a tile cutter to your face, because all you are is a slimy disgrace.
None of us have our true face, because you’re a liar and a thief who deserves no place.
So as you snake your way into what your despicable mind leads you to, I’ll hope I can find my shoes.
And I hope you die a brutal death for making things so misconstrued.

Why are there so many lies?
A web stitched together with their contorted deception.
They don’t care, as long as they get their way.
Stealing from who they feel is beneath them when they deserve to get slain.
So why the **** did I ever have the wits to call you people the masquerade?
There’s no mystery, just a bunch of fakes with their petty games.
So as I hope your insides will get torn out, while I tear out your tongue and split your knees, pull your eyeballs out of the sockets from tearing my life apart at the seams.
I’ll try to figure out what this all means, but there’s no way because all you people want are silent screams.
So I can’t **** you to hell because I’m too weak.
But life will never work out because you people don’t know the meaning of fair.

Forever stuck in the crossfire of meaningless ******* lies.
It never ends so why the **** do you keep yourselves in misconstrued disguises.
I can’t run, I can’t hide.
I don’t care if my lifeless body gets washed up in the tide.
I can’t end your petty ******* lives.
So go to ******* hell and let me carve my demise.