Well I’m trapped in this body without anything mine as what I lack.
When your mind is disguised and you can’t keep track of time, how do you be yourself again and reclaim your being that was already on the mend?
I don’t understand this sadistic charade.
I don’t understand why it’s all of them and their sick games.
It’s me vs them waiting to get slain.
I just wish I could get away and turn the page. But with my life it’s only a matter of time until the snaked their way back in to deceptively end my fate.

Why torment someone for so long that they’re weak at the knees?
My life is a hoax that’s always been tearing apart at the seams.
What’s with the deception?
These disorders corrupt my recollection.
But I find that I can only be, why won’t they leave this vessel? It’s clear I’m trapped and they just can’t see.
Or maybe they can but they use me for their contortion.
There has to be another way but I can’t find the notion.
So as I try to stop drowning in this mess of petty slavery, I’ll try to see more clearly until I can live my life as only me.

The serpents never stop their conniving sadism.
It’s suburban terrorism.
Why am I always in the middle of the crossfire?
Isn’t it clear that there’s more to life than childish petty desires?
I feel like I’m walking through a shooting range. But it’s all staged. Just like these games.
I’ve always been too weak to play.
Until you tainted my being to make me the same.
I don’t want to be like them.
It’s lies and torment. When will they descend?
But when you don’t care and you’re part of the mass, you won’t care what’s fair. You’ll just steal from the weak and make sure you **** them dry until that breath is their last.

When you can’t take the sting of the blade, and the orchestrated mess gets worse and doesn’t change, how do you turn the page?
If I could breathe my last breath of air, without a care of what else is in this world, would there be hope to let the good in life unfurl?
I can’t see anything good, right or just.
Just want to end this mess of my life because with them it’s all a fuss.
When will it end?
I know I’ll never mend.
But until I breathe a breath of fresher air, I’ll just keep hiding because life isn’t just unfair.
It’s me against the mass and it’s all an untimely dare.

The winding road knows no end.
It’s a series of lies and I can’t pretend.
Nothing is alright, any good is out of sight.
I can’t hide in my dreams but at least I can sleep through the night.
The chaos never ceases and nothing is alright.
There’s no hope to see the light because any brighter hue is out of sight.
So as I hope they give it a rest, I’ll try to remember the feeling that we’re once in my chest.
But none of this makes any sense.
It’s just an orchestrated hoax **** why can’t this just end?

The pieces of me have fallen away.
Every memory or moment in time has changed to someone else’s pace.
So why is everything black and grey?
I’m trapped in their sequence and I’m not sure if there’s another way.
So as I try to think back on the good there once was, I’ll remember that it was enough.
I’m sick of their games and calling their bluffs.
But if I could change things there would be more peace and less scuffs.

Where do I go where I won’t be watched?
The serpents watch my every breath why won’t it stop?
Get the **** out of my head.
Everyone involved just wants me dead.
It goes both ways so stop acting like this.
Why let me win to throw my life into remiss?
Just because I lost everything doesn’t mean I want back what you gave.
My feelings were always mine, so stop playing these games.
I’m only one person so how the **** can I get away?
This torment is demented and I just wish there were another way.
I guess life can be chaotic, but it’s never one against the world.
Why do you need an army to tear apart my being?
There’s nothing of mine left and all you people are is deceiving.
So as I try not to sink further I’ll hope it’s the truth you start conceiving.
If I had it my way I’d gather my things and never look back cause nothing will ever be okay if I don’t focus on leaving.