This place is like a disease.
Parasites spreading their petty poison.
Where did the good come from?
Probably preying on the weak.
This is all so bleak.
So as I try to break free from their slimy grasp, I’ll try not to be involved with their disposable plans.
None of this will ever be justifiable.
I guess they’ll all keep living in some narcissistic denial.
As I hope the ones who are still deserving don’t end up hurting.

Acting like people are beneath you won’t get you very far.
Maybe that’s why this town is like a cult of an army, stealing things from others to reach the stars.
But you can’t go your whole life disregarding everyone else.
Just because you’re not happy with who you are doesn’t mean to contort what isn’t yours with nothing but your hate and doubts and no reasoning to what it’s for.
So as I hope people will see that misconstrued plots are no way to live, I’ll hope they stop using me as their ploy just to get to where they want to sit.
How long will this go on until they finally see, if you work on yourself first you’ll be all you’ll ever need.

Whatever’s going on I honestly can’t understand.
It’s petty ******* drama with your played out hands.
So what the **** is the work? What’s the master plan?
Just leave me alone I never had a chance.
I lived my life as a shadow and someone brought me out.
But you all found your way in and ended up getting me corrupted blindly so there was no doubt.
But now I’m trapped in your sequence and it’s a cycle of torment.
If that’s what being elite is then this should all lie dormant.
Does life even have meaning?
You’re all blinded with tunnel vision I truly can’t see it.
“Nymphos” fiending on corrupted lust.
Your lies make no sense and this life is so out of touch.
When will any of this satisfy any of you?
It never will cause you’re all horrendous just let me live without your played out shoes.

What is your nonsense about being elite?
There’s nothing just or of value about tearing apart someone’s lives at the seams.
You people are filled with superiority complexes and greed.
Will this place ever see peace?
So as you stay blind even after admitting you were wrong, I’ll just hope nothing brutal goes on for too long.
But there’s no more salvation in life or many songs.
But these peoples views on life are contorted because they see everyone else as wrong.
So as I try to come to terms with the life I could never truly live.
I would trade your played out tragedy for my own life that’s never been mine to live.

No torture could satisfy the thirst.
To torment you people for making this life the worst.
Every time before I was never in denial, I don’t know your lies but I was only a child.
To get even would be to **** you to the worst layer of hell.
Rotting and burning with no way out.
Feeling agonizing pain for the rest of eternity.
Is this why you keep me oblivious?
Because I can no longer fathom any peace life could ever bring.
So as I try to get used to the sting that the rest of my life will hold,
I’ll try not to think about my brutal death that you’re all dying to unfold.
So **** the ones who keep the lies going.
The world if not the universe is ****** and I have no desire to keep going.
I guess I know these people will never get What’s coming, because they put it onto others because they’ll never stop bluffing.
So as “evil” takes over I won’t care if it’s hell on earth, I don’t get why you want that but I hope whatever happens to you hurts worse.

Life is misconstrued because no one feels like staying in their own shoes.
I don’t even care that I don’t know what to do because life is nothing but a blackened hue.
So as I hope to see streams of red come streaming from your eyes, as I sit there and wait to witness your merciless demise.
Too bad I’m not strong enough for those twists and ties. I’d mutilate you to hell for all of your petty lies.
So as I hope all of you burn, I’ll try to remember a time where life itself had any sort of worth.
You say you’re elite, but this is one sided.
Maybe it’s not only me whose blinded.
But when life is just a contorted mess, to get whatever you see “fit” not caring about the rest.
I would gladly tear my insides out of my chest.
But I’ll never Rest In Peace until I rip your organs to shreds.

Snaking you’re way into my being.
Pretending to be my friend why the **** are people so deceiving.
I’m not gunna waste my time grieving, all I want is to focus on leaving.
I’m not me and I want to gauge out their eyes.
Nail their eye sockets shut for bringing on my untimely demise.
So why don’t they stop hiding behind their misconstrued disguise?
I would hack your skull to pieces but there’s not enough time.
So as I hope they get the karma for the things they do, I’ll try not to suffer in these horrendous shoes.
I’d rip out your tongue so there’s no more lies.
But I can’t cause these people enough pain.
So get the **** away from me and rot starting from your insides.

Trapped in this vessel, the people here are crude.
I’m lost in their sequence and my being is so misconstrued.
So what’s with their belligerent hate filled alliance?
It doesn’t matter what’s said cause they’ll always deny it.
So as I count down my days to my brutal demise. I’ll hope their fate and their lies get lost in time.
I don’t understand how people can be so sick.
I want no part in this charade, but I hope they all drop dead.

As time runs out, I guess there’s less doubt.
If I could I’d stay. But it seems there’s no other way.
So as I reminisce of the better days with faces who ended up growing cold. I won’t take to heart that I didn’t have another to hold.
So as I drift through the blurring days, I’ll try to be happy and not think about the end of my days.

My being was ripped from inside my bones.
What was locked inside this vessel?
It’s not yours but no one will let me breathe.
So why can’t you see that you made yourself me?
There’s nothing sane about this never ending charade.
I was always to weak to play.
And I’m trapped in this sequence that gets more contorted by the day.
There’s no other way, the selfish hearts never give those they prey on any salvation of a better day.
So why take someone apart to fix your own heart?
What’s left of my soul?
I don’t have it in my hold and it’s only a matter of time until death takes its toll.
Forced to be a puppet for everyone’s blinded hate.
I can’t escape because this despicable mess will be the end of my days.
And nothing will ever matter because this was their way.

Where is this path taking me?
Am I losing or regaining sanity?
I just need to find a key.
Because someone by my side would make it easier to breathe.
But who I am is out of touch.
And I know whatever happens I won’t be enough.
I just wish I could keep up with the sun.
But fear keeps lingering so I guess I’ll have to run.
So as I try to feel as deep as the ocean, I’ll hope my life changes in motion.
Because there’s too much gloom and it always consumes.
I guess I’ll always feel alone in a crowded room.

Defeated.
Don’t want to stop the bleeding.
Because they cover up the truth so no one conceives it.
I need to focus on leaving.
Because this life is only deceiving.
I don’t want to keep breathing.
So hand me the blade so I can stop grieving.

Wandering through life without a sense of direction.
Searching for meaning for so long that I can’t stand my own reflection.
What happened to the rhythm that used to flow in synchronicity?
I’m lost and I don’t think I’ll ever be found because there’s no key to help me find better scenery.
So as I gaze at the stars on a cold autumn night, I’ll try to find new dreams that maybe aren’t out of sight.
I don’t want to fade away into the night.
But who knew this life would force you to put up this much of a fight.

I guess hiding in my dreams gives me new scenery.
But some things are deceiving, will I ever find some peace?
Is my life still falling apart at the seams?
Or is there hope to construct a better reality?
Something tells me I’ll always be a lost soul.
Searching and wandering until death takes its toll.
I guess it’s not in my fate to have another to hold.
I guess I better find myself and rebuild what’s been done to my lost soul.

To the blade will I succumb?
At least I no longer feel numb.
Most times uncomfortable in my own skin.
Is there a way to let love win?
It’s tiring not usually being who you are.
But it seems I’m becoming more me, is there hope to reach the stars?
What’s next in this mess I call life?
At least I’m feeling less strife.
If only I could feel effervescent.
But things change and I feel I might be losing some recollection.
So as I try to find the right direction,
I’ll hope I can stand my own reflection.
And maybe find someone to breathe some meaning into my life.
Because without love I’ll always lead back to the knife.

You were the one person who didn’t make me want to hide.
Now I’m stuck drifting through their played out disguise.
I wish we could have had more time.
But even in the moonlight you would always find a way to shine.
So in your absence I’ll still hold our memories dear.
Even though you aren’t here I wish you were near.
I know I have a lot of new fears.
But life seems meaningless when you aren’t here.

Petty charades.
Petty games.
What’s with all the sins.
Why is life a game?
What’s with the torment?
Why is everyone for it?
I’ve had it with their *******.
And with having nothing no matter where I find to sit.
Life feels like eternal suffering with breaks of calm or content.
This is the worst torment because it never ******* ends.
So as I muster up the courage to feel the sting of the blade, I’ll hope I never come back again because all life is, is petty ******* games.

Lost. Left for dead. Waiting for everyone to give it a rest. I’m miserable at best. There’s nothing of value inside of me, just thorns throughout and polluting what used to be mine in my head.

This town is a disgrace.
Why the **** am I still in this place?
it seems death is my only salvation.
Because it’s me against the nation.
And if it’s not then I’m completely blind.
I’m surrounded by enemies and there’s nowhere to hide.
I can’t stop thinking about my lack of time.
Or how it felt when things were right.
It seems any dream I can fathom is out of sight.
And everything’s getting darker, there’s no way to let in the light.

It’s like my world is burning.
And all I can do is stare blankly.
Standing in the never ending crossfire.
Of faces I’ve encountered, dropping hate like bombs with no regard to anything that they’re doing.
How can people be so senseless?
In a world of hate, will I find it in me to escape?
This place is a cesspool. It’s like an army of petty ******* renegades. Keeping up charades for their own selfish satisfaction.
Who are they to dictate the lives of others?
But with people so conniving you can never talk any sense into them, it makes them belligerent.
And I’m at a loss because they have no ******* common sense.
So as I hope things take a change into a more positive light, I’ll hope I don’t get lost in the night. And hope that someday soon things end up alright.

Trapped in this vessel.
Am I just a shell?
I can’t even tell.
I’m drowning in these disorders.
How long have I even been cornered?
I can’t take the sting of the blade.
So I guess here’s to trying to live the rest of my life before I go completely insane.

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, what happened to the beauty I can no longer see?
I can’t even fathom how it got to this degree.
If only I could learn to soak in the beauty of the world.
Will there ever be hope for anything meaningful to unfurl?
Or will I continue drifting hopelessly through this cold world?
Whatever my fate, I need to escape.
Because this vicious cycle is filled with too much hate.

Lost soul.
Where’s the woe?
Is it time to find a change of scenery?
For too long I’ve felt that the problem is me.
If only I could learn how to see.
Maybe I could find the pieces of me that make me who I really am.
But as time goes on I can’t tell where I stand.
I want to bloom into the person I should be.
But I’ve been losing touch and becoming someone I could never see as me.
So as I try to find a brighter hue, I’ll hope that things get less misconstrued.
But I’m always lost and searching for my shoes, I guess I’ll have hope that the darkness makes way for a clearer view.

Left for dead.
Get the **** out of my head.
The feelings I had were mine.
But now I’m stuck drifting through your made up disguises.
What’s the point of keeping me here if everything I am is something you’re stuck hiding?
I’m losing my ******* mind.
And I can’t stop thinking about my lack of time.
So I guess I’ll never appreciate the sun shine.
Because nothing that’s going on leads to anything other than my demise.

Autumn is here, I’m somehow doing fine without you near.
But I still hide from the fear.
Maybe with the cooler breeze, I’ll be able to see, what all of this nonsense really means.
And maybe someday find it easier to breathe.
But they ignore my pleas.
Forcing me to grieve.
Over my own life lived by others perceptions of how they see who they believe is me.
But who am I with all of these disorders?
It’s impossible to see because they have me cornered.
Maybe not so much cornered but rearranged.
This is all so strange, not to mention deranged.
I just wish I could brush off the debris but I’m in their hate filled cage.

Is there hope to breathe some fresher air?
Get lost in the moonlight? And gaze at the stars?
And to feel what’s true including my lost heart?
Will the breeze sweep away my fears?
Will I find my someday? Or will it end in tears?
Can the sun guide me to safety when the doom consumes?
Or will I always feel alone in a crowded room?
Maybe I’m not ready but time does fly.
I just want someone to need me before it’s nearing my demise.
So as I try not to get washed away in the tides, I’ll seek only truth because there’s no room for lies.

Orchestrated lies.
Who isn’t wearing a disguise?
It feels like I’m in one too.
Because the truth is never anything but misconstrued.
So how do I find my own shoes.
I’m lost and can’t see any reason to continue.
Everyone so self absorbed.
With all these petty alliances, and I’m nothing but a boring *****.
So how do I find a new place to go.
My feelings are basically dead.
What’s left but this nonsense that brings only dread?
Doesn’t anyone think of what will happen next?
Or anything that could go wrong and what could be left?
None of what these people do makes any sense.
So I guess I should leave and be done with this ******* stress.

I guess hiding in my dreams never works.
Because I have no control and that makes me somehow cursed.
So how does everything usually feel like the worst.
And nothing I ever try to do works.
I think people should try to look at things from different points of view.
Maybe then life would be less misconstrued.
But if you’re always biased there will never be another way.
What’s the problem in a better change?
Don’t you remember when everything felt brand new?
Maybe everyone should try to find their original shoes.
And maybe it’s easier said than done.
Because life happens and some people have to run.
I guess I know what they could be running from.
But that doesn’t mean to write it all off and throw people under the bus.
So as I try to bloom into the person I feel I am,
I hope no one else will fall to their last stand.
And **** people getting dealt hard or impossible hands, because peace and love is key for living a life you can stand.

I don’t know what happened to my being.
Without the pain of a tormented life I can’t handle breathing.
It’s something that’s hard to keep conceiving, but why is every part of myself fleeting?
I don’t know how to gain what I once felt.
At least I feel more than just a shell.
But that doesn’t keep me from starting to dwell.
No one can go through this demented race, with their being so torn that it’s not even their true face.
So why do they keep it going?
It’s all lies that are unfolding.
Where the **** am I even going?
There’s no hope that’s showing.
I just want to feel the blade because death is the only salvation I’ll probably ever end up knowing.

Lost in this web of chaotic lies.
It’s clear they used me to create every disguise.
So why is all they care about my demise?
I can’t even feel alive in the sunlight.
And so the plot continues to get more distorted.
Recreating themselves is what cause my being to become so contorted.
So what is “all of the work” that they “don’t want to be for nothing”?
I’m still not bluffing.
It’s my consciousness that’s torn.
And my being that’s become so worn.
There will never be a way to even the score.
Because they always wanted too much, I just wanted to be myself, nothing more.
So I guess it’s been misconstrued my whole existence.
I’m a waste of space and life should never turn out like this.

I’m running up a winding staircase.
I can’t see where I’m going, what’s left of this demented race?
I just need to find a new place, or maybe my own saving grace.
But I feel so scattered, how will I escape the latter?
Everything seems muffled and so unclear.
I still can’t figure out what I’m still doing here.
So as I keep running towards any beam of light, I’ll try to keep my dreams in sight.
As I hope I don’t fade away into the night.
And maybe hold someone near to help rid the fright.

My being is filling up with rage and hate.
Why the **** can’t I get off of this hell bound page?
I wish the worst for the masquerade.
The pettiness is growing and it’s driving me insane.
I have no will to live unless I **** them dead.
Why the **** can’t they just be done with the torment because I can’t stand them getting into my head.

Sometimes my eyes flood, and i can't escape the tides.
Sometimes the storm lingers, and i'm stuck in their disguise.
Sometimes the sun shines down on me, and i forget the fear.
Sometimes i feel alone, because no one is ever near.
Will i ever find my way out of this sequence?
A part of me doesn't believe it.
I'm sinking deeper into the pit.
Did it ever matter where i chose to sit?
I still can't fathom how it came to this.
So as i try to get out of remiss, i'll hope that my someday comes.
And i'll finally feel effervescent in bliss.

I still remember the day you left.
And how my heart started wrenching in my chest.
The days passed, and you were still the only one I wanted.
Maybe I was lost for a while, but I smile remembering how it started.
You were my music, in a dreary world.
A daydream come to life, you were that beautiful something that unfurled.
But now I’m left cold and alone.
Trying to melt my heart of stone.
But our memories I hold dear.
Hoping one day I might once again hold you near.

The price I have to pay,
For too many different embraces.
Nothing left to say.
But I’m left lusting as a witness.
Love never comes.
Where can I find it?
If I find someone who feels like home.
Why would I want to hide it?
So I’ll make friends with the moon, as I try not to let the doom consume.
And appreciate the flowers in the sun, as I hope to find someone before I crash, burn and run.

Trapped in this sequence. Where can I go next? Lost it all, including what was hidden in my being and my chest. Everything gets stolen, manipulated or contorted. I don’t know what else there is to do instead of finding some order.

Maybe these feelings are more like despair.
But I guess it’s true that no one truly cares.
I want to feel the blade on my skin.
Let it run red and let the sadness win.
What do I have left in this hell ride I call life?
All I ever feel is mostly only strife.
So I guess I’ll spend my time alone with the moon.
It’s only a matter of time until the doom consumes.
I feel haunted or like a burden in every single room.
The noose would be better than this life of tormented doom.

The storm is back and it’s comforting to feel.
I know I should try to heal, but I keep stumbling and this doesn’t even feel real.
So as I try to pick up the broken parts of my being, I’ll try to have hope but for me it’s not something I can fathom seeing.
I guess it’s a godsend that I’m still breathing.
But everything’s so misconstrued that I’m stuck leaving.

Maybe I’m broken but I’m destined to be alone. A once soft heart forced to be stone.  I wish I could leave this place but I have nowhere left to go. But I would take the pain and the sorrow over something with false hope.

Maybe the tides are crashing in.
I wish somehow I could find in me some love to give.
But no one could love such a broken soul.
I guess it was only a matter of time until life took this kind of toll.
My bones are becoming brittle, can I withstand the cold?
Or will I finally find another to hold?
So as I try to light up my world.
I’ll try to fight this losing battle as I hope something beautiful unfurls.

Maybe as the days pass there could be hope.
But I still feel like I’m going to choke.
Maybe one day I’ll witness everything in bloom.
And not feel alone in a crowded room.
So as I muster up the strength to continue, I’ll try to find the right shoes, in hopes of living in a brighter hue.
As I try to feel something other than black and blue.

Losing my mind, this life is nothing but misconstrued blackened hues.
Why the **** does everyone cover up truth and trade shoes?
I want no part in this mess.
If I could I’d get myself back and be done with this forced petty distress.
If I could see the stars in the sky, maybe I wouldn’t think so much about my lack of time.
I can’t even appreciate the sunshine.
Because all anyone wants is my demise.

No control.
No soul.
My life is in everyone else’s hands.
Nowhere else I can stand.
Too many short hands.
It never ends.
To hell I guess they’ll all descend.
But the lies are their master plan.
Forcing me to live in their grasp.
Nothing good ever lasts.
I hope they rot and burn for all they planned.

No one knows what to do, the masquerades lies keep everything “true”.
I’m at a loss of what to do.
But everything keeps getting more misconstrued.
Apparently boredom is why they “play”,
My life is nothing but their ****** up charade.

Too much hate, how am I still sane?
I’m sick of these sick ***** games.
I just want to get off of this hell bound page.
I want to chain you down and mutilate you for the pain of my existence.
Get a sledgehammer to end your lives because I’m nothing but your fuckery’s witness.
How the hell am I still in the middle of all of this *******?
Leave me the **** alone.
It’s clear I can’t take this.

The world I’m living in is fuelled by hate.
**** why can’t I find it in me to escape.
Playing favourites trapped me in this labyrinth of a maze.
Theres no point to the games they play.
Because making people suffer will never bring a good change.
So why did I let myself become someone like these renegades?
I have little to no hope for a happier shade in these blurring days.
I can’t understand why they **** out the weak because everyone deserves a life this is all so bleak.
So as I hope that people try to see life for what it is, endless opportunity.
I’ll try to see why they always make the problem me.
Because things like this drive people to insanity.
And it leaves less room for people to live the lives of their dreams.

So I guess every part of me is covered up.
Why is this still going on? Isn’t it clear I’ve had too much?
Oh right you don’t want “all of the work to be for nothing”.
But trust me I was never bluffing.
Everyone so blindly follows their lies.
Manipulating everything, always kept in some sort of disguise.
And I’m trapped in this mess cause whoever I am is lost.
**** the misconstrued distortion, I see that it’s flawed.
How does the masquerade have an army?
I’m trapped with no way out.
And everyone is devolving.
If you were truly yourselves you wouldn’t succumb to tormenting others.
**** it I guess I can’t find a true friend, nevermind a lover.

This sequence is tiring.
Everyone's lying.
I'm stuck in hiding,
They won't stop denying,
That all of this is truly my fault.
But everything they say is coated in salt.
I guess i'm doomed by default.
It's only a matter of time till i finally fall.
But i'm stuck at rock bottom,
How much farther can i sink?
I don't know where i'm headed,
But this all happened in a blink.
So why won't they just leave me to suffer without their ******* nonsense.
I have nothing and it's clear so there's no way i'll find where the love is.
So as i wait to find my own saving grace.
I'll keep pulling my corpse through this as i try to wear a smile on my face.

Dying a little more with each passing day.
Where am I headed? How do I escape?
I want to get off this petty ******* page.
It’s like I’m trapped in a cage with fits of rage.
So now that I’m sanely going insane, how do I break free? They keep me in chains.
So crippled in life, but I can’t handle the knife.
How do I rid myself of all of this strife?
I guess this Is now my life. But I wish it weren’t true.
I’m lost in this sequence where most truth is misconstrued.
So how do I get up? I know I’ve had enough.
At least some see that the masquerade does nothing but bluff.

The fuckery never seems to end.
I can’t fix myself because none of the versions of me are on the mend.
So is this part of their master plan?
Everything is always my fault but this should never happen to anyone again.
What’s left in time? I’m in need of a way out.
Everything’s deceiving and there’s way too much doubt.
So as I hope to find a way out of this labrynth of a maze,
I’ll hope they stop hiding behind versions of me because I’m going insane.