What's left in this vessel?
I'm no longer a shell.
Everything is gone.
And now I can only dwell.
There is nothing to life.
And nothing but my precious little soul to hold dear.
But how is this life?
When there's nothing but fear.

Life seems ominous.
Too many problems.
Why are you people so counter productive?
I don't understand how everyone loves it.
So what's the point of making this life?
It only leads the weak or problem ridden to the knife.

What is hate?
If everyone's to blame?
It's petty belligerence, and ignorant sadistic ways.
But you might as well write off the brain in your head.
Because with all this conniving fuckery everyones better off dead.

Life is nothing but a waste of time.
There's no point to sadism and morbidity. It's drawing the line.
So what beauty does the world hold?
There isn't any its just more room for your despicable lies to unfold.

Second curse.
What life?
It's been years on the mend and nothing is alright.
There's nowhere to go and I'm fading into the plot.
This is more than a broken home, and nothing will make me sleep soundly at night.
So did the countless years suffering mean nothing?
You all put people through so much hell, trust me I was never bluffing.
There's nowhere to go and no hope for a better ending.
The corruption is a curse, there will never be any mending or any happy ending.
So while I wander through the torment, I'll hope things get better or at least lie dormant.
But there's little hope in this petty hand.
I'm standing alone because I'm sick of these plans.

**** everyones belligerence.
I'll never be sane.
I'm sick of your ignorance and your petty senseless games.
You people make life hard when you were always all yo blame.
Leave people alone.
Don't keep then on your pompous page.
I know this will never end because you're entitled.
Just leave me the hell alone because you peoples always find a way to be one sided.

Why is life becoming so vain?
The belligerence is driving me insane.
I'm sick and tired of you people and you games.
There are other ways but you people are to entitled in your ways.
You don't have control over other people's lives.
But you do it anyway and lead them to the knife.
I desperately need to end my life.
Because you people are so petty that nothing will ever be alright.

Looking back I guess life seemed better than it was.
But it will never be worth the torment.
I don't know where to find myself.
But I guess I'll always dwell.
I'm still just trapped in this shell.
In my personal layer of hell.
Everything that fills my days is making me sick.
So I guess until I figure it out I'll just be in remiss.

What happened to the good things?
The little things?
The better things?
I'm losing it.
It doesn't matter where I sit.
Enemies surround me.
And there will never be a key.
I have no hope to find my way home.
My being turned to stone.
And I guess I'm forever wandering alone.

No wonder in my days.
I'll never get off this page.
Life will never shine.
I guess I ran out of time.

Everything is vain.
There's nothing more than hate.
No one is sane.
Belligerence seems Ike the only game people play.
So what will unfold in this merciless plot?
Switching your game up leaves you nothing but distraught.
There is no value anywhere I look.
Everything is gone, I was just an open book.
So while you rearrange my life for another countless time,
I'll wonder how I barely even have it in me to rhyme.

To the entitled, there's no need to take from others.
Why play pity to get what you want when you can do more?
Why belittle people to "be" or feel superior.
If it wasn't yours in the first place, then you shouldn't glorify yourself in what someone else took.
Modesty is not the best policy.
There's no sense in being modest when people are watching if you're going to over glorify yourself when certain people are around.
Why make people suffer just because you want power?
Why make people live in vain for what you want your life to be?
I have no answers that you people would accept.
Why?
You people make me suffer in vain while you all bask in stolen glory, belitting others.
And I'm stuck trying to find a humane way out.
And none of anything that's happened will ever make any of this in any way; justifiable.

When there is nothing of value anywhere you look.
And you ponder about the life they so blatantly took.
There's no point to living this belligerent low life.
Because people drag you down and lead you to things worse than the knife.
I can't take the torment and there's no way to stay sane.
Just let me fade into my dreams, but it's a nightmare too so ******* all for tearing my life apart at the seams.

While you get your slaves to wait on your hand and foot, why don't you think about everything you so blatantly took.
I guess that you've admitted that you only care about yourself and no one else.
So why the **** did you have to confine me to this decaying shell?
While you glorify yourself and play the pity card  ill wonder why you always belittle others and make their lives a lot more than hard.
So I guess this is how life seems to be, **** yourself you should be the one in petty misery.

Don't remember when we were friends.
Don't remember faking happiness in my presence and your vain personas in my despicable hand.
Dont remember any smiles or laughter that were passed.
Dont remember my name or your ruthless plans.
Dont remember me because in reality you were never there.
Dont remember me because I'm less valueless than wallpaper or a chair.
Dont remember any good that was ever instilled.
******* all I hope you all rot without any good will.

Lies are never ending.
No one is mending.
This life is a belligerent hoax.
I wish this was just some sick shady joke.
This torment made me grow colder.
Its no wonder I feel old in these shoes.
Things are so misconstrued that there isn't really any clear view.
So whats left in the distortion?
I guess nothing but despicably sick torment and contortion.

While you pick me apart day by day, and make sure there's no other way, I come to find there was never another page.
Because its a web of chaotic lies and your belligerent ways.
So why can't I pick out the seeds that you all planted?
This is a despicable mess and I'm the only one standing.
So what am I standing for?
A chance to escape.
But your greed filled ways and entitlement make it impossible to get away.
So while I hope that you all suffer worse, I'll wonder why life is a trap and it feels like only a curse.

**** your ugly personas.
**** your ugly words.
Everyone is ignorant.
When the **** are you all going to burn?
Why is there an army, setting me up for my demise?
Why doesn't it ever end, while you're all just changing your disguise?
So when the **** will any of this end?
Right when i finally decide to off myself, from every despicable mapped out hand, i'm traded for your plans.
Right.
Go to ******* hell.

Sadistic ignorance.
How do I get away from you peoples conniving entitlement and belligerence?
All you people want is to be sadists.
But that doesn't keep life going forward it keeps your targets in remiss.
So as I hope you'll all reach an unspeakable demise.
I'll also hope you all unwillingly run out of time.
Because there's no sense anyone could teach any of you.
Its no wonder life is this petty and misconstrued from your bigoted minds in ugly ******* hues.

All life seems to be is merciless destinies.
All of you people power trip and fill your greed.
There's nothing left of my sanity.
All you people care about is your vanity.
What does it matter what skin your in?
It's just a merciless doom for your lust filled sins.

When all that's left is belligerent lies and deceit,
It's no wonder all anyone's left with is their slimy disgusting feet.
There's no hope in whatever you people call life.
It's ignorance and narcissism and taking others lives.
So what was superior in what you were all involved in?
It's nothing but bigotry and all of your despicably switched around sins.

What happened to innocence and happiness in life?
It's just greed filled narcissists leading you to the knife.
There is no beauty in this entitled life.
There's no hope to unfold as long as this web of lies rules the tides.

Surrounded by ignorance almost around every bend.
There is no hope for any good, what could possibly mend?
Looks like i'll be bitter until i reach my end.
There was never any hope to live.
Just a merciless hellbent plan for everyone to "win".

The sky is turning black and cold.
I never fit into my ideal mould.
I don't know what's to come but it's the end of this life.
Why did i ever turn to the knife?
There's no way i can escape, so this is what's at stake,
My precious little girl wandering into a world filled with hate.

Everything gets worse by the day while everyone continues to drive me insane.
On the weak you prey  is there not another way?
I hope you all get slain. Because you don't let anything cease to decay you all just watch life wither away.
Just because you were always already guilty, doesn't mean this is the way it has to be.
But its all lies and you people won't let anyone see.
So **** it all, life was never easy.
But if I had it my way you'd all just burn in hell and I'd never be grieving.

Stop living in vain.
Everything is vain, life holds no value.
No one is sane.
Its all just shadows.
What is everyone chasing?
Nothing that means anything.
Its just a downwards spiral of belligerence.
******* all i hope everyone who was involved burns.

Surrounded by ignorance everywhere i go.
Its your minds you've wasted, and there's nothing but foes.
I don't care where this path goes I just want my life to end.
Just be done with your pettiness, because its you people who caused my life to end.

Life is a hoax.
You people are a joke.
Stop dictating my life and hiding behind your disguise.
I don't care whats to come, because life is valueless and there's no beauty in the rising sun.
I don't care who's won.
Life has nothing but deceptive narcissists ******* all im done.

I guess the road is nearing the end.
Its a shame that my life was mostly pretend.
I guess it doesn't matter that I didn't get to mend.
No matter how brutal my demise. ill be thankful for those who lent a helping hand.

I'm a lifeless puppet, and the petty masquerade loves it.
******* all to hell.
I'll never get out of this shell.
I don't care if I dwell.
But it would be best if you'd never delve.
In these remaining days, I wish I could turn the page.
But I'm nowhere near sane.
And there isn't many other ways to get away.
**** anyone who thinks I want them near.
Because its nothing that I hold dear.
I'd rather wallow in my fear.
While you people sit there in vain to mess up my fate.
So its no wonder this is life.
**** it all pass me the knife.

**** your petty lives and everything you all stand for.
Life is nothing but deception, and making life a chore.
But if life let the tides change, it would be your faces that I'd rearrange.
So **** this place and every face I've known.
You people think you're doing me a favor by listening to what you all caused. But you all deserve the saw.
So in these passing days ill try to let go.
But if I had it my way, there would be seldom mercy to show.

If everything has withered away.
What's left in my head, why isn't there another way?
I can't keep going if there's nothing left.
So **** this conspiracy you might as well put a bullet in my head.

Life has it's doubts but this isn't the way it should turn out.
Maybe the conspiracy is coming to an end.
But the way things are going people need more of a godsend.
I know things took a turn for the worst, but that doesn't stop the masses from putting themselves first.
You can't live life wanting to destroy everything in sight.
Or wish to fade away into the night.
So to those who have lost, i'll wish you return.
And for the ones who got trapped, don't expect things to stand still.
Maybe things can go deeper if you will.
But that doesn't mean time has to stand still.
To each end there's a new beginning.
Life is humanity everyone deserves to be winning.

I guess this is it.
And all that's left is unresolved feelings and despair.
It's no wonder life turned out this way, and no wonder no one wanted to care.
So as i wish that there were more hope for the ones i love.
I'll hope that when the time comes they can watch over the earth in a better place from above.
But there's no time left for me anymore.
I guess the hoax is over and there's nothing left but the everliving pit of a door.

What’s around the corner?
It’s in the shadows.
Is there a way out?
Things are decieving me.
It doesn’t matter if anyone grieves.
I just don’t want this to be the way I leave.

Senseless hate. Why aren’t people more sane?
I’m sick of these petty games, isn’t there another way?
Things get worse by the day. But I don’t feel pain.
The army of renegades never fails to disappoint.
I’m sick of being you peoples lifeless toy.

This distorted chaotic web of lies that is somehow life sickens me.
I wish nothing but the worst for the people who did and planned this mess.
But that doesn’t stop the burdens that you people put onto others, or your snide powertripping personas. What’s left of life is a hoax. And as long as you people play god, the devil or whatever the hell it is, life will be tarnished and there will be nothing left but this stupid conspiracy that the entitled and selfish caused. So to you all, here’s one last *******.

With all the parasites feeding on my life, I want to end it all and let their petty torment lead their throats to the knife.
I can’t take their plans and this isn’t where I want to stand.
And with their blinded eyes and minds this makes an impossible hand. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to demolish them for their demands. So ******* all and your selfish plans. This isn’t life. It’s a contorted hoax of you peoples corrupted hands.

Can’t find meaning in life.
Too much to lose and too much strife.
No more blades, should I ditch the knife?
I want to feel the crimson streaming away my life.
So as I try to find some purpose,
I’ll realize some things in life are always worth it.
But until I reach the final page,
All I can hope for is to stay sane and not let the days escape this untimely play.

And maybe I’m nearing the end, but i guess I was to hopeful waiting for a godsend.
Maybe I went off the rails trying to mend, but it hurts to find out my life was always pretend.
With deception around every corner it’s hard to find a friend to pass the time.
But at least there have been moments when I’ve got to witness the sun shine.
So as I wish I had a little more time, I’ll hope for my new precious soul, things will be more than just fine.

As the storm sets in it reminds me of the end.
I don’t know where I’m headed but there’s no hope to mend.
I don’t know how, but life feels pretend.
I’m sick of their motions, why does it happen time and time again?

Life is too deceiving and I can’t brush off the embers of my smouldering life.
It doesn’t matter which path I take because they all only care about my demise.
So as the peices turn to shards it still doesn’t make sense.
The only thing that makes sense is that it’s life that I regret.

Why is there always some sort of petty hidden plan? There’s no logic involved so where the **** do I stand? I know I don’t always think clearly, or maybe not at all. But all of this conniving fuckery just ends in my never ending brutal fall. I don’t know where this path will take me but there never was a key. I don’t know what to do because I’ll probably never be able to see.

I don’t miss the blade but I miss it’s pain. But this petty ******* is driving me insane. I don’t understand why they play all of these games. Nothing makes sense and no one is sane. So **** this chaotic web and all of the stress. It ruins your head and what’s in your chest. So how do I escape? It’s a lifetime of pain. I want to get away but they just want to end my days. I guess as this petty fuckery continues I’ll still not have a clue on what to do, because everything stays misconstrued and no one ever stays true.

The web keeps unfolding while some keep intertwining their lies. Why the **** are they so quick to **** people over when it’s them who are in denial? So **** the ones who think they’re superior just because of who they say they are. It’s not supposed to be up to anyone, what’s dealt in the cards if your life. So while they keep people in fear or strife and lead the unfortunate straight to the knife. I’d rather be wandering aimlessly into the night, than go through you peoples motions that only trap me in this petty pathetic tragedy of a life. So while I hope that the truth can be brought to light, I’ll come to wonder why you people so senselessly ruin others lives.

Nothing will ever be clear if the fuckery never ends. The truth is always twisted because they don’t care or listen to anything that makes sense. So while I’m trying to get my mind back that they’ll probably always deny. I’ll just sit here writing rhymes wondering why I ever even wanted more time

Everything is planned to be contorted distortion. Will there ever bbe another notion? My fate might not be sealed but there’s no room for deals, and no time to heal. So how will they continue to conceal when everything is misconstrued with these renegades petty deals? So **** them all because nothing will ever make sense. It all just comes to whoever they want dead. So how do I get out? Because none of this is clear. They don’t like things to be linear but it’s life so the truth should be ideal. So whatever is in the cards, I know it won’t work out. Because no one ever listens to the facts because they change fate without paying attention to their doubt.

I know it’s been hard but nothing makes sense. I want to keep you close, you’re a part of me, while they all want me dead. So **** these people and their bigoted conniving plans. Nothing will ever make sense and apparently it’s only them who decides where I stand. So while I try to dodge my predetermined fate, I’ll try to get away; maybe make a lot less grave mistakes. For you I always want the best but it seems I’m inept. So **** these petty tyrants, they should be the ones for whom it ends in death.

Eyes like the ocean, I’ll always have devotion.
A smile that will always light up the room, how could I ever lose the strength to continue?
A laugh that would melt your heart, I never want to depart.
A soul that angels would envy, I guess this is how life is supposed to be.

It feels like the end of the road, and what I’ve come to find is sorrow.
I didn’t want you to get caught in the undertoe.
But things are deceiving even the woe.
So as I hope that your precious soul can be saved, I’ll keep pondering on why I couldn’t turn the page.
But with this petty army filled with hate filled renegades, it’s no wonder no one ever had the will to stay.