The days are melting together and I can’t find my way out of this mess.
I don’t know where to go or what to do with the stress.
As the rain clouds come and go I find that the feeling of woe isn’t so bad.
But this charade is getting old and I wonder which breath will be my last.
As I reminisce on the joys that life used to hold, I’ll ponder about the fact that this life got so cold.
So as I try to find my way into a brighter hue, I’ll keep my eyes on the skyline to try to stay away from the blues.
But what does life hold if there isn’t any meaning?
I don’t know what’s next but I doubt it’s something I can fathom seeing.

Everyone’s eyes are filled with senseless hate, there’s never been a way to escape.
I’ll probably never get off this page, but if I had it my way you’d all get slain.
So is there another way? Or are you all deciding my fate?
The way my life works I’m stuck in this mindless game.
I guess in your eyes it all makes sense.
But it’s so demented that I can’t fathom what’s next.
None of this will ever be justifiable.
It’s me against the mass, I’m not in ******* denial.
So as I try to look past the fact that you’re all despicably vile.
I’ll try to get away because nothing that’s happened since you people started my suffering has never been anything other than a deviant smile.

Everything’s been stripped away.
I’m still trapped in a cage.
Like a bird without wings.
Never seeing again the joy life brings.
So why is everything left ablaze?
I can’t get out of this catastrophic maze.
So is there another way?
With the rooks in my way and I’m just their pawn.
Will I ever hear a better song?
Whatever happens I know I’ll soon be gone.

They’re spinning me into a cocoon in this web of lies.
Why can’t I break free?
Stop trapping me in your sequence of fuckery.
The problem isn’t me, it’s you people only out to get your way, why the **** can’t you see?
So as I try to escape their slimy plot.
I’ll try to feel less distraught.
In hopes of escaping the mass, but I’m in the middle of the crossfire.
**** them all and any meaning to last.

The days are starting to melt together.
Blurry memories are no longer keeping me sane.
Will I be able to turn the page?
Or will I get dragged down into a series of pain?
Maybe things will stay distorted.
But if I could change things I would find truth and bring order.
I don’t know where I’ll end up.
But if I can get away it will be enough.
I just want to appreciate the sun and the stars.
But every ounce of happiness seems like it’s too far.
So as I spend my time alone with the moon,
I’ll keep trying to get out of this web, in hopes that things get less contorted and misconstrued.

Go ahead and play your sadistic petty ******* cause you all want my head.
Well it goes both ways cause life would be better if you people were dead.
If only I could drive a ******* stake through your heads.
But wait I’m just one person so I guess it doesn’t matter what’s said.
Driving a stake through your heads would never suffice, for all your petty torment always leading to you feeding my demise.
You’ve always had petty hate locked behind your eyes.
Do you really have to drive people insane to feel good at times?
Yeah I guess you have a hold on whatever’s left of this being.
But you all deserve to get slain then rot for an eternity because this is something no sane person could fathom seeing.

Why won’t you give your childish games a rest?
I’m sick of this nonsense ******* and the given stress.
What the **** do you people have planned next?
My life is the product of this mess, or maybe this stress unfolded how awful things can really get.
So why s it always me against the mass?
There’s no hope for any good to last.
I don’t see the point in having orchestrated masks.
Or why my life ending is the solution to your plans.
So go to hell or rot and burn, you’ve all robbed me of any self worth.